I was introduced to Guru Charu when I stumbled into a new studio on the UES. While chatting with one of the advisors there, I mentioned that I focused on a spiritual practice along with my asana practice and she spoke of Charu who teaches Hatha yoga, Pranayama (the practice of learning breath techniques), Meditation and Yoga Nidra (psychic sleeping/ conscious relaxation).
I don’t use the word Guru lightly because it’s a title that many in the western culture abuse but when you listen to him in class, you realize how passionate and humbling he is.
I’ve only been practicing with him for two weeks (10 classes) but within that time, my practice has grown more than all the years I’ve stepped onto the mat.
He invited me to shoot a yoga graduation ceremony on Sunday after class and during the closing he passed down a bit of wisdom a teacher of his said to him:
You should listen and respect your guru because he is your teacher but the role of the guru is to be of service. Your guru is here to serve you, someone who helps you discover your better self.
Reflecting back on each practice after class, I am in awe and deeply humbled to see how it is changing me physically and emotionally. Each time I step off the mat I sense a transition, shedding a layer of my previous self. A bit closer to a constant flow of equanimity.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."