Posted by Ramdas on May 24, 2015 in Blog Post | 8 comments
It’s early Sunday morning and I’m sitting at my kitchen table, surrounded by a crazy disarray of packed boxes and bags. I look out into my backyard and remember seeing some of what I’ll share with you today but I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Before I dive into the substance of this post, I need to give you a little taste of my family history and some of my own personal history.
Posted by Ramdas on May 21, 2015 in Blog Post | 0 comments
I count myself to be blessed because I know the man pictured to the left. He is known as Chandrakant. He is a great teacher, not because he is charismatic but because he has personally experienced what he teaches. He is exceptionally devoted to Bapuji, Gurudev and, from what I have observed, to anyone who happens to be in front of him. He is a very intense man and that intensity can, at times, feel very intimidating until one realizes the intensity comes from his insatiable desire that everyone be free. Chandrakant is also a great storyteller and, I have found, his stories are usually worth much more than just their great entertainment value.
Posted by Ramdas on May 10, 2015 in Blog Post | 0 comments
On this Mother’s Day I find that words fail to fully express my love for my mother, my grandmothers, my wife, my mother-in-law, my aunts and all the amazing and wonderful women in my life. Instead of struggling to write the awe and reverence I feel, may I simply share the following that I recorded this morning.
Posted by Ramdas on Mar 29, 2015 in Blog Post | 0 comments
I received a very intriguing and insightful text this morning and on reading it, I knew I needed to write about it for two reasons. First, I had more to say than a text reply would allow. Second and more importantly, the insights in this text are important for us to understand. Here’s some quick background. This student had been experiencing shoulder pain. So much pain that she went to the doctor about it. Doctor said no more Yoga until you’ve been to physical therapy and they give the OK. She went to PT, experienced no real relief, had other choice things to say about the experience and returned to the Community Yoga class yesterday morning. She immediately let me know that she would be slow and gentle with all of the postures. Here’s her text:
Posted by Ramdas on Mar 19, 2015 in Blog Post | 0 comments
Slight detour today. I had planned to write about Patañjali’s tools but I received an email this morning that gives me reason to go a slightly different way today. Let me share a couple of important points from that email and then I will gives some practical and easy ways to begin to incorporate a yogic practice into a jam packed schedule.
As you read these excerpts, see if any of them sound like what you are experiencing in your own life. Here’s part of what E wrote to me this morning:
Posted by Ramdas on Mar 18, 2015 in Blog Post | 0 comments
As Wasatch School of Yoga’s Year of Yoga begins Staurday, a post on what Yoga is and is not would be helpful about now. None of what you see in the image above is Yoga.
Most of us have been taught that all of what you see above is Yoga, nope. Now, before you run to grab the pitchforks, torches, tar and feathers to run me out of town think about this: Yoga cannot be seen. What?!
Posted by Ramdas on Mar 17, 2015 in Blog Post | 1 comment
Yesterday I shared my plans for my birthday: 108 rounds of sun salutation, Surya Namaskar, and a start to a year of yoga. I know that it’s a bit brash of me to ask people to give me a birthday present and especially one that will take a fully year to complete. I do have some very good reasons for asking you to give me this. If you’ve seen through the smoke screen—excuse the smoking caterpillar reference—then you clearly realize that I am really asking you to give something to yourself.
What is it that I really want, what is the gift I want you to give yourself? Well, to learn that you have to play a little game with me first. This all started with me asking for birthday presents and a birthday party isn’t really a party without games, right?