I met Kundalini and she was....different....

I met Kundalini and she was....different....

This morning after I dropped the children off at school I took the B train to lower East side to participate on a Kundalini style yoga in a bookstore. Yes, you heard it right. A bookstore. You know, here in New York you will see combinations of different things all the time - amazing. They push the bookshelves towards the walls and welcome people who cannot afford 125$ a month to participate in a yoga class.

On my way I crossed China Town which is amazing to do in the early morning when the city is just about to way to wake up. Owners are opening their stores and the sound of the chinese language can be heard from from the busy cafes. In the parks, small group of people are exercising thai chi to a quiet music. This is something intriguing about the smells and the colors of fruits, vegetables and seafood on the market tables mixed with the smell of hot late summer air in between the houses.    

If you walk just a few blocks from the Grand Central, you come to a hole new part of the city. Lower East Side, fancy stores with extravagant clothes with a different kind of cafes and with an entirely different clientele. This is where the the bookstore Bluestockings is located, which is my goal this day. 

I have never ever practised Kundaliniyoga and I didn't have any expectations whatsoever. What I can say is...It was the hardest hour I have experienced in a long time, even if I was just sitting the whole time. My biggest challenge during the hour that I was constantly fighting with my mind and my body. My mind wanted to read all the interesting book covers and my body just screamed with unexpected pain and nausea. And ME?! I was sitting in between like a UN peace negotiator, trying to make peace with myself. After 45 minutes I welcomed Savasana like never before.

When I was on my way back to the train I tried to recreate the feelings I had before, but I couldn't. Instead I just wanted to try again. My body was light and mind and I started to be curios about where all this sensations came from just 30 minutes before. I had experienced physical exercise with a side of spiritual enlightenment.

Before I picked up my children from school I grabbed a cup of coffee and went in to the local book store to get some inspiration. My favorite section is in the one between two bookshelves where I cannot even have my backpack on my back because it is so narrow. Today a special book caught my attention, Thich Nhat Hanh: Fear, essential wisdom for getting through the storm. Oh, I said, and bought the book. This is what I read when i opened the book: 

"When you look at the tree during a storm, you see that the branches and leaves are swaying back and forth violently in the strong wind. You have the impression that the tree vill not be able to withstand in the storm. You are like that when you are gripped by strong emotion. Like the tree, you feel vulnerable. You can break at any time. But if you direct your attention down to the trunk of the tree, you see things differently. You see that the tree is solid and deeply rooted in the ground. If you focus your attention on the trunk of the tree, you realize that because the tree is firmly rooted in the soil, it cannot be blown away."

Questions about that? I don't think so. If you let your energy guide you, you get both questions and answers in the same time.

Namaste everyone and let your inner guide lead you too!

 

You were happy before, you will be happy after...

You were happy before, you will be happy after...

Burning Man in New York

Burning Man in New York

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