WHEN LESS IS MORE
Off late, I have sensed a deep change in my life perspective, due to the acknowledgment of what actually TIME means.
I’ve seen it in my drawers, separating what used to fit, postponing it for a better future.
I’ve counted it in my partner’s wrinkles, even when I pretended nothing had changed; I see it everyday in the upgrade of the jumping, the speaking, the skills that my daughter keeps perfecting.
And I have surely noticed it in my yoga classes, that I started calling transmission, thanks to a friend’s inspiration (soul’s dancer friend) … well, because they are!
Her and I, we were also discussing about what is ego, lack of modesty, superb behavior, and what is simply labeling things for what they are. And, nowadays, in society we just started calling out the words “abuse”, “femicide”, “fascism”, why should we hide gifts or talents, when they are well renowned?
If a student of mine describes my yoga class as “wonderful”, when not “life changing”, why should I keep describing I am (just) a teacher?
Teaching is what I do to transmit the way I apply myself in order to lead a better life. I happen to agree deeply with the Yoga precepts and teachings, to deeply enjoy the symbols of the postures, the internal movements of the kryias, reading the books of the masters and gurus, without blindly following or believing, although I like to feel I have faith.
However, Yoga is a means that channels the threads that compose me.
Thanks to the daily Yoga practice, I was able to reach simplicity levels that were ever far too far from me, and this translates into “give less to the others, give more to yourself” - and, once again: this doesn’t highlight the negative side of being selfish, because it underlines the concept of nourishing. And how can I nourish my community if I myself am not fulfilled, recharged, content, satisfied?
The research for this balance lied into taking away the overall availability, cutting out screen time, people, objects…
And here’s the surprise: I also started to be cut out by what I decided was no longer for me, and those things that I decided I wanted to keep, started looking for me as well.
It is now no longer only my responsibility, and I am sharing this choosing with what I am attracting.
The Yoga classes are full of people who want to dive into this thin aperture of great light. I meet seekers with open hearts who reflect the slow journey of questioning the present moment towards balance. And I feel this is the legacy: this matter that I am leaving behind, is completely compostable, and it’s matter for evolution.