Those of you that come on here regularly will notice that my blogging moves around a bit but stays on the same subject, more or less.
The subject is Yoga.
Yoga is something that I came across in 1996. I tried it and wasn't sure. I liked the breathing, it got me high. I came and went.
Then I got sick with a relapse of 'acute myeloid lukaemia'.
I had to go into hospital.
I didn't want to go back to hospital as I had already had treatment and didn't like it.
So I went to India at the start of 97. I went to Ama's. She whispered in my ear whilst hugging me - 'pranayama pranyama pranayama ....' she said it five times.
I was none the wiser.
I left India and eventually went into hospital where I stayed for four months, undergoing chemotherapy.
It was Hell!
In Jan 98 I had a stem cell transplant, and I am still here now, today (most of the time).
I began to do Yoga in earnest in March 98. I went to three or four classes a week. The teacher, one Faustomaria Dorelli, was a good teacher for me. He was older than me, and he'd had a life previous to yoga as a photographer.
I stayed with him for five years. Then I took a Yoga training with the Sivananda organisation.
Then I taught Yoga. I keep trying to practice and I am getting somewhere I think.
I really believe in Yoga as a practice.
I came and saw that it worked.
I got involved.
With some people I feel like I'm trying to convince them that it's good.
I feel like an insurance salesman sometimes, trying to convince people to do Yoga, to do more Yoga.
I've kind of had enough of that now.
If you don't get it, what can I do?
I'm really becoming interested in teaching people that 'need' Yoga.
I'm not interested in teaching Yoga as a lifestyle choice.
It's a serious business this life!
OM
The subject is Yoga.
Yoga is something that I came across in 1996. I tried it and wasn't sure. I liked the breathing, it got me high. I came and went.
Then I got sick with a relapse of 'acute myeloid lukaemia'.
I had to go into hospital.
I didn't want to go back to hospital as I had already had treatment and didn't like it.
So I went to India at the start of 97. I went to Ama's. She whispered in my ear whilst hugging me - 'pranayama pranyama pranayama ....' she said it five times.
I was none the wiser.
I left India and eventually went into hospital where I stayed for four months, undergoing chemotherapy.
It was Hell!
In Jan 98 I had a stem cell transplant, and I am still here now, today (most of the time).
I began to do Yoga in earnest in March 98. I went to three or four classes a week. The teacher, one Faustomaria Dorelli, was a good teacher for me. He was older than me, and he'd had a life previous to yoga as a photographer.
I stayed with him for five years. Then I took a Yoga training with the Sivananda organisation.
Then I taught Yoga. I keep trying to practice and I am getting somewhere I think.
I really believe in Yoga as a practice.
I came and saw that it worked.
I got involved.
With some people I feel like I'm trying to convince them that it's good.
I feel like an insurance salesman sometimes, trying to convince people to do Yoga, to do more Yoga.
I've kind of had enough of that now.
If you don't get it, what can I do?
I'm really becoming interested in teaching people that 'need' Yoga.
I'm not interested in teaching Yoga as a lifestyle choice.
It's a serious business this life!
OM

