Niyamas from Patanjali’s Yoga Sutras). It’s the yogi’s version of the Ten Commandments, except that they are not as black and white. They are practices that might fit into each person’s life a little bit differently, but are there as a means of freeing yourself from the common reasons we experience suffering.
One of the five Yamas is called Asteya, which translates to “nonstealing.” The idea can be read quite literally – a person shouldn’t take something that isn’t theirs. However, it can also be viewed in less tangible terms: don’t take what isn’t freely given. Don’t steal people’s time, don’t steal their energy, don’t steal someone’s idea.
The rebound allows you to observe the changes in your body, the new space that’s been created, or the shift in your mental state as a result of the pose you just completed. Without a rebound pose, there is a much more limited mind-body connection to benefit from. It forces you to observe what’s happening while it’s happening.
Exactly one year ago, I boarded a plane with a one-way ticket to Europe and an overstuffed backpack. I thought my trip would just be a little adventure before settling back into my normal life, but that is certainly not what it turned out to be.
I received a very thoughtful note from a former coworker last week in which he said that my blog “reads like (his) new favorite book.” I’ve never thought of my story in a book format, but it made me revisit things with fresh eyes. If that’s how anyone else reads my blog, ending it now would be quite cruel… right as the plot thickens.
When I arrived in Belfast and met Mike’s parents almost three months ago, his mom said this phrase that I have thought of every day since: People plan, God laughs. As you’ve probably noticed, I am not a religious person, but this motto is so apt given how my travels have gone. Plans I made never seemed to work out the way I wanted them to, so I was able to find the humor in this little saying.
I am realizing more and more as I spend time away from home that I am quite American, whether I like it or not. The subtleties of it are still making themselves known to me. And while there are plenty of obvious differences between me and most Indonesians, it’s only now that I’ve spent two months in the United Kingdom that I’m really seeing how different we are from, well… everyone.
I’ve always thought of inspiration as going one way – from one person to another, rippling outwards from the source. However, it’s become clear that inspiration can, quite often, become an exchange benefiting both parties rather than one person’s takeaway from the other.
Last weekend, Mike’s friend Dave flew over from Wales and the three of us drove to the Mountains of Mourne, located about 45 minutes southeast of us. Ireland has proven to be relatively flat compared to my native New England, with low, wide hills at most. Mike has also referred to his “hill walking club” […]