Six weeks in San Diego have flown by. I am fortunate to have many beautiful friends in San Diego and, indeed, it does feel like home. As the saying goes, “Home is where the heart is.
Muchas Gracias to all the beautiful event participants. Since the material covered was largely philosophical, I hope that everyone came away with new concepts to ponder. Thanks to Adesh Khalsa, the Kundinyasa Teacher Trainees, and to the Mystic Water Kava Studio for hosting me with Vedic Chanting and History of Yoga. Likewise, thanks to Duke Doudna and Yoga Oasis for sponsoring Energy Anatomy and to Oreste Prada for the photos. Teaching what one loves is truly a blessing!
Here are some of the highlights from this time spent with friends. Now I am off to the frontier lands of Montana. Thank goodness for Facebook (it is a way to stay in touch, even though increasing commercial!). Blessings for a beautiful spring wherever this finds you. I will probably find snow in Montana! Surely there will be some great photos. 🙂
Please click back and forth on the photos for the full images.
What is that Bette Midler 80’s song “Friends” ? “I don’t care if I’m hungry or freezing cold, I got to get me some friends”. I have been so very fortunate in my life thus far to have established friendships with many beautiful people. If you are reading this, then most likely you are one of them!
I have returned to the United States from India. These two countries are so different, it is as if they are on separate planets. Imagine walking out of the theater after your favorite movie ( a bit stunned?). That is what returning to the US has been like for me. With the help of many of my friends I am pausing in southern California to plan the next steps. Where to work? Where to continue my studies? Where can I be of service?
I make this post to offer special thanks to the persons pictured here. The love and support of these “American yogis” is making my transition to the next step possible. If I could tally the value of my friendships I would be very wealthy indeed. Eat your heart out, Donald Trump!
Please, let us stay in touch as our personal journeys unfold. I would hope that my travels will bring me close to all of you. In the interim, the Internet can help us stay connected.
Our beloved teacher, aka Guru, has passed on. With sorrow in our hearts at saying goodbye, there is also the joy of knowing he is free from the suffering of the body, and of his reunion with Love beyond the physical.
I first met Pattabhi Jois in 1986 during his summer intensive at the White Lotus Foundation in Santa Barbara. At that time John Friend and I were “buddies” and as John was participating in the intensive, he invited me to visit for the weekend. I was living in LA and teaching at Samata International, therefore it was an easy trip. Since Guruji was virtually unknown, many of his early students were there and it was fun to be involved. I was immersed in Viniyoga training at that time and I did not reconnect with Guruji’s practice until 1988 on Maui, Hawaii. From then on it was the love of Ashtanga that kept me moving between Encinitas, Hawaii, and Mysore, India.
Although I was not one of his “very” close students I was so fortunate to be with him at the time when he was strong and virile, and when there were only 12 students on the mat at the old Mysore Shala. I have always been amazed at his capacity for being there when you needed him, and for his memory of who you were and where you were in your practice. He was indeed one of a kind!
In 1995 when I was in Mysore and attended Guruji’s birthday celebration in July, I was heavy of heart from a broken romance. Going through a punk rock phase (you know the 90’s grunge scene!) I was practicing very fast and furious and everyone thought I was nuts, except Guruji. He loved me and would say “Briskly Do, Briskly Do”. He was allowing for my need to work off my angst.
The last time I saw him was in 2005 on the Encinitas phase of his tour. By then there were 100’s of students and he was getting the allocade and wealth that he deserved. He still had the memory of “Annie” aka me, as the “bad lady” that I am, and he would give me that little squeeze from behind to show his love and approval.
Many things have been said and written about Pattabhi Jois, much of it true, some of it opinion. One thing is for certain, there will never be another to totally fill his sandals! Guruji, you will always be in our hearts!