The most precious things in life are free
Hari-Om: a school versus the spreading catatonic feeling
It's true, here you get the feeling the time slows down to let you breathe, yet it passes so quick that “tomorrow” it will be time to go home and start again.
It’s been a few weeks since I arrived in the earthly heaven called Cascina Bellaria.
Far away from the city frenzy, from the meltdowns of those who fuss about “making it” and the arrogance of those who believe to be on the trail, I find myself immersed in a thoroughly unique space-time bubble. I don’t miss my usual comforts (ok, perhaps I miss my sofa a little), I don’t miss the chaos, I don’t miss the happy hour in the city centre, nor I miss the penetrating and unrepentant pollution.
Saturn in opposition
In politics those who win are not those who have ideas but the ones focusing on the fear/promise of security
Every day we have new rules, restrictions and prohibitions in the name of peace and security. Music clubs and art galleries close down, crushed by bureaucracy, costs and rules. In the name of safety, it is almost impossible to sell local products because everything has to be packed in a single plastic dose. Every restaurant must have tables and charts on intolerances, contents, cross-contamination procedures.
Love at the time of cholera
Since I understood that blaming others and the world is useless, I feel I enjoy the present more and I am proud to be able to smile even when things don’t go as planned.
I’m at the post office. The usual Thursday afternoon’s post office vibe, with a dozen plus crowd waiting their turn and 5 employees working. It’s hot and air con has not been switched on yet. Two kids run around and a dog wails.
I take the number for the despatch queue (careful not to get another queue number or else!). Two minutes pass, no number is called, no one at the counter. Employees keep their eyes on the computer screen and nothing happens.
The practice is very simple
One should not "love" but Be in a sensitive space in which all problems, worries, disagreements may enter without lingering.
It is not always simple: daily life often risks crushing even the noblest of feelings. Digital sociality, which is not very social, takes depth away from everything. Pleasure, pain, enthusiasm, a whole range of feelings are condensed and crushed in an emoticon. Love is not a feeling based on an idea or a model.
Sitting is essentially a simplified space, daily life is an endless move.
It is Charlotte Joko Beck to claim it, in a book that brings a direct voice, without frills, in a zen-flavoured clean black and white.
“Daily Zen” is the most unlikely I have read so far. Maybe that's why I still have not gotten to the last page, even if I've been handling it for many years. A book that denies its writing while respecting it, making it disappear in the moment after the reading.
Do Androids dream of Electric Sheep?
It looks like ignorance is far more contagious than its opposite sister is.
What’s happening is quite clear: sensibility, intelligence, compassion etc have shrunk to the limit. Is mankind regressing? I don’t know, although I am not sure things were better or worse in other times. It’s just that nowadays, with digital sociality, the sad regression is far more visible and viral.
Book: Do Androids dream of Electric Sheep? - Philip Kindred Dick (1968)
Movie: Blade Runner - Ridley Scott (1982)
If you’ve only watched Blade Runner and haven’t read the book that inspired it :“Do Androids dream of Electric Sheep?", I strongly recommend you read it as it is so much more that the already way-above-the-norm movie.
The real history of Yoga
I ask all of you:” Is it really worth to live like this?“ I beg you to avoid coming up with bland excuses such as “There’s nothing I can do about it” because it is just bullshit, you can always do something about it.
Long time ago, for a longish while, I commuted by taking the train every day to and from Turin. At that time, as well as having a quite busy job, I was studying at University and I would work and revise for my exams without giving up my social life. I’m not saying it was gruelling, but it was challenging and, in spite of my young age, I was certainly experiencing a stressful and hectic life.
What to eat, food, diets and other stuff
In what’s often considered “a life-time moment of clarity and business-like enlightenment”, Patanjali sold his house, goats and wife and set off to write the “Sutras”.
• ‘ I’d say we’re in business again!’ - exclaimed Patanjali.
• ‘ what’s next on the agenda? ’ - asked Pradipika.
• ‘ You’ll see…‘ - stated Krishnamacharya
• ‘ Done’ - …Bikram
After a couple of weeks in a headstand, a finally head-soared Patanjali realizes about the annuities the Rishi were smartly pointing at already three-thousands years before and delayed, if not, but by the fat pigsty-headed and greedy Brahmins bloating in between.
Periods suck… period
In the past month, I was asked several times what my “staple diet” consists of.
Given that sometimes I just eat what’s available, or that during our concert nights at the Farmhouse I favour a liquid diet based on alcohol, generally speaking, I do not eat too much and, when I can choose, I prefer fruit, vegetables, fish, walnuts, cashew nuts, eggs and occasionally cheese. Consumption of sweets and desserts is extremely limited too.
Ground Zero Italy
I would like to leave you with some things that I do prior to Aunt Flo showing up in her stupid red lipstick and smug grin.
Ah yes, the (un)timely, consistent monthly visitor that we dread coming to the door every month still comes, whether welcome or not. We have many names for it, which usually consist of something inconspicuous so as to not let outsiders know we’re talking about something so, dare I say, taboo!! Aunt Flo (because a period flo(w)s), is one of my personal favorites.
The Time… and the darned pill!
What I wonder is if, at some point, there is really a difference between the Italian system and the various mafias that the system should fight.
The question I ask my self is not so much if there is going to be a total collapse of the Italian system rather when and what there will be left. Italy is doomed. Smothered by a system of welfare, by small and great privileges that no one wants to give up and whose maintenance suffocates the few who do something "productive" and create wealth.
I’ve always wondered whether time for the prisoner runs equally as for the guy who’s having a pleasant evening with friends.
I’m quite sure that “time” is still one of the most inscrutable amongst all dimensions. Without something defining it, it simply wouldn’t exist.
Also, and regardless of the Swiss and theirs infallible clocks, time seems to run subjectively rather than by the dial.
If I’d ever met a genie
Even human relations and relationships are now “lived” predominantly behind a protective screen, with people forgetting that this screen "protects" from life and diminishes everything.
Honestly, while trying not to say things just to provoke, I think perfect balance lies on chaos borders’. That elusive space of electric and electrifying quiet, in which there is no crystallization nor stagnation and at the same time, it is not right in the middle of the storm.
Instagram Yoga 2 - The Elucidation
As a forty-something (better to keep it vague) I’d love to attend school 5 hours every day, go home, find te table already set, have lunch and then go back to my studying to learn new things.
For sure, I would not ask for material possessions, I already own too many things, which I have slowly began to get rid of, it’s my way of working intimately on myself.
Sense of belonging
During the teacher trainings, I notice people who are reluctant to hard work and can’t wait to learn complex asanas just to show off and feel cool.
As last week’s post gathered quite a bit of interest, I’d like to clarify a few things because, from some of the replies I received, I think it was partly misinterpreted. I only have admiration for those who use Instagram in a professional way.
I truly believe that a butterfly’s flying is billions times more extraordinary than any missile achievement we ever invented.
It seems that one of the deepest and most profound longing of the human being is to belong. As undoubtedly “social” beings, we almost desperately create and figure ways so as to feel that we are part of something, which we are, indeed, whether we want it or not … The point is that we are also a fearful sort of beings, prone to cowardice, thus rather than deeply and sometimes painfully feel our nature, we resort to surrogates meant to smoothen, dilute and avoid the discomfort, but that unfortunately and inevitably turn-up to be worse and more disastrous than not.
Beyond the mat
Sadly it’s the same old story, we need to “be seen” and tell ourselves we mean something to people.
As well as the two Yoga mainstream threads typical of the western society, another one has been recently taking over like a storm. Twenty years ago, Yoga was a discipline/art practiced by few individuals who mainly loved its spiritual, religious and/or meditative aspects.
THANKS to my school that makes me grow, mature, know and leave the "boundaries" of a practice that too often is limited to the edges of a mat.
Marco was clear from the first day, no yoga class during the detox. First thought ? What a shame! Practicing with Marco is always an experience. Second thought? Whatever! I still do yoga every day.
Then the detox begins ...