Yoga Weekend
Last weekend I had planned a beautiful and very relaxing yoga weekend in the black forest, together with some people of the university and the teacher of the universities yoga classes, Hans-Jörg, in a monastry next to Sasbach.
Together with Hans-Jörg we planned beforehand what we are going teach there. He wanted us to share the lessons of which I had no objections. Although he had some strange ideas about connecting chakras with asanas in an imaginary way he fortunately didn't insist on that.
Actually the whole trip started already with almost 1 hour of waiting on the pavement indicating somehow that it's probably better not to go. Since it was decided and with this delay we eventually started. On arrival we checked in and besides some weird comments from one girl everything was fine. Okay the night was terrible, I was freezing like hell .... it was so cold and the blankets so thin.
Nevertheless 6.30 Saturday morning we started with the practice and as planned we shared the lesson. Around noon the disaster happened. Another girl instructed us on a series of body postures in such a haste and with so much talking that I wasn't able neither to follow nor to enjoy the whole thing. Hans-Jörg contended how beautiful it was and he asked about the opinions of the others. I did as I was told telling my personal experience, my truth. And that somehow wasn't what he wanted to hear. To make it short: from 2 to 3 the two of us had a conflict management dispute. Somehow, latest at this point, the relaxing yoga weekend was over before it really started.
To be blamed of telling the truth is undesirable. But especially in the path of Yoga its indefensible from my point of view. Another small thing which clung to my mind was the food which was not like home. That is of course okay, but when Hans-Jörg came to me telling how good his beef steak is I lost all my faith. Maybe everyone thinks different about Yoga and about these esoteric techniques, but to respect each other in his way of life is it vegetarian, vegan or full of meat is a fundamental part of coexistence. I was kind of shocked.
Thus I was pretty happy when the weekend was over and I was back in the cradle of my home. Seems like the lesson for me was to realize that the own aspirations might not be in favor for others. Nevertheless despite all this trouble on Tuesday evening at my weekly yoga class, the advanced students who attended the weekend too, came to my class to practice together satya, the path of truth.
Together with Hans-Jörg we planned beforehand what we are going teach there. He wanted us to share the lessons of which I had no objections. Although he had some strange ideas about connecting chakras with asanas in an imaginary way he fortunately didn't insist on that.
Actually the whole trip started already with almost 1 hour of waiting on the pavement indicating somehow that it's probably better not to go. Since it was decided and with this delay we eventually started. On arrival we checked in and besides some weird comments from one girl everything was fine. Okay the night was terrible, I was freezing like hell .... it was so cold and the blankets so thin.
Nevertheless 6.30 Saturday morning we started with the practice and as planned we shared the lesson. Around noon the disaster happened. Another girl instructed us on a series of body postures in such a haste and with so much talking that I wasn't able neither to follow nor to enjoy the whole thing. Hans-Jörg contended how beautiful it was and he asked about the opinions of the others. I did as I was told telling my personal experience, my truth. And that somehow wasn't what he wanted to hear. To make it short: from 2 to 3 the two of us had a conflict management dispute. Somehow, latest at this point, the relaxing yoga weekend was over before it really started.
To be blamed of telling the truth is undesirable. But especially in the path of Yoga its indefensible from my point of view. Another small thing which clung to my mind was the food which was not like home. That is of course okay, but when Hans-Jörg came to me telling how good his beef steak is I lost all my faith. Maybe everyone thinks different about Yoga and about these esoteric techniques, but to respect each other in his way of life is it vegetarian, vegan or full of meat is a fundamental part of coexistence. I was kind of shocked.
Thus I was pretty happy when the weekend was over and I was back in the cradle of my home. Seems like the lesson for me was to realize that the own aspirations might not be in favor for others. Nevertheless despite all this trouble on Tuesday evening at my weekly yoga class, the advanced students who attended the weekend too, came to my class to practice together satya, the path of truth.
Tuka - 16. Jan, 10:44
