A few weeks ago I found myself walking around an agricultural field in Borneo, East Malaysia, planting dry rice – taking the grains with my fingertips to the heart and whispering my mantra. I felt peace and gratitude.
It’s now one year from the yoga teachers training course (TTC) in Netala and as I’m not bound to any place I call home, I decided to travel and learn about all different ways of sustainability, personnal and social resilience. I find home in the daily practice of yoga and meditation. I am grateful to the masters and my teachers for making me understand that all actions are in vain unless they are offered to the devine – in this spirit I am trying to serve the people and the earth.
As I carry the teachings with me and use my opportunities to teach, I express my gratitude.
I wasn t made for religions, rituals and other traditional customs. Some of them seem useful – some of them seem to be made for me. I like to have a rhythm in life, a routine, and i know it keeps me healthy and going as all natural things are bound to rhythms: the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening; some animals go along while others roam the nights; the moon keeps coming and fading in cycles; and the earth is turning around the sun; the tree produces leaves, flowers and fruits, drops them all and starts the cycle again; some birds fly all the way to Europe for the summers and make their way back to Africa when the winter s coming over here; …
There is a reason for all of this just like there is a season for everything. Our body reacts to the moon cycles as well as weather changes and our mind and organs react in subtle ways to minor changes that most of us are not aware of.
If i m intelligent i ll find the right rituals and make them instruments to help me along – and cast away what has become dogmas, burdens and boundaries. The right rituals will be like the banks of the river that lead her towards her destination, the sea.