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How Elders Thrive and Not Just Survive

Shedders - 9/06

Shedders – 9/06

Ten years ago, almost to the date, we six seniors held a meeting with flip chart and textas with the intention of generating a vision of another way of doing retirement and old age. Let’s face it – prospects of living in retirement villages or moving to the country sans old friends are less than appealing.

So, today is a very auspicious anniversary because our dream has been realised.

Not that we are old yet. Oldish. Still under 70-years.

Over a decade, we bought a property, built a house to accommodate three couples, and retired from the city and the jobs we had at the time. And, embarked on new lives.

One of us,  Heather, wrote a book about our experience called Shedders. She subtitled it How Six Urban Revolutionaries Rewrote the Manual on Retirement. Partly she was fulfilling her dream of being a published author.

At the moment we have two Sydney-siders staying with us who are part of a group just starting out inventing their vision of what ‘co-housing’ could look like for them. There are any number of people who have read Heather’s book and been inspired to think about and manifest living communally.

It’s not for everyone. But I guess you could say I’m a tribal person and I’m thriving on living this way. However, even the introverts in our group have total freedom to be alone and private when they want.

Each of us Shedders is going ahead in different ways (forwardment, if you will) than we did when we were working in the city and raising families.

As a long-time yoga practitioner, I find there’s something yogic about what we are doing in this stage of our lives. We are supporting each other in what our individual dharmas are – what we can achieve with our accumulated wisdom and experience. And, there’s more chance of us being successful and satisfied because of the strength of the group.

“I believe that the community – in the fullest sense: a place and all its creatures – is the smallest unit of health and that to speak of the health of an isolated individual is a contradiction in terms.
― Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

 

 

 

 

Don’t Blink – You Might Miss It

Sometimes you have to wake yourself up so that you realise you are living your Dream.

When I lived in fast-paced Sydney, I was too busy to get out into Nature because of running a city yoga centre. I desperately wanted to be living at the beach, to walk on it every day, to be surprised by what washed up from the surf or down from the river.

Here I am and there are truly wondrous sights at our mid-north coast beaches.

Today at low tide at Old Bar, there were these boys and their construction. The oldest one said, when asked what they were doing, ‘We just wanted to build something.’

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Of course, what they built is as delicate and ephemeral as a Buddhist sand mandala. It’ll be gone by high tide, right about now.

So, what is meditation if not catching a ride on a thermal? Here’s Alexa describing what it is for her:

Yoga is the easing of the fluctuations of the mind. It is not about eliminating the activities of the mind; it is rather about riding them like a wave.

I decide to paddle into a wave (like deciding to practice yoga) to see where the wave is moving to, in which way the face of the wave builds up and then to intuitively adjust the angle of my board, my focus, breath and body posture to playfully fuse with its energy. I decide to paddle with and into the wave to move forward, upward, downward, below and above. To live. It happens during the ride when I feel complete and in perfect union. When moments become timeless and eternal. Where everything is nothing, sorrows are joy, noise is silence and separation is union.

Source: tumblr.com via Nani K. on Pinterest

A Sutra a Day: II-4 – Plant Now, Harvest Later

Source: flickr.com via Katherine on Pinterest

 

Did you enjoy a gloriously sunny winter day today? I did. It called to me to get into the garden and weed and plant.

I’m a metropolitan girl from places like Chicago, New York and Sydney. Gardening is not my first language. What does that matter, though,  when Nature calls?

There’s rocket, lettuce and dill in the dirt now. I’ve checked the weather report and it will be cold over the next few days but not frosty. So, good.

The beauty of the winter season is that you can watch things grow slowly and then speed up as spring energy starts to course course through Mother Earth’s veins.

Winter is a perfect time to be inward, to be quiet. Without the temptations that drive us to express our extroverted personas, such as,  beach picnics, barbecues, outdoor cinemas, music festivals, we can settle in.

In my garden, the weeds are lugubrious and half-hearted, so it’s easy to get on top of them.

Similarly, with yoga practice, you can see the kleshas (sorrows) as they are coming down the road when you’re quieter, more collected.

The yoga teacher can see that low attendances in the wintertime don’t mean anything. That all there is to do is teach.

Avidya ksetram uttaresam prasupta tank vicchinna udaranam

Lack of true knowledge  is the source of all pains and sorrows whether dormant, attenuated, interrupted or fully active.*

*The Light on the Sutras, B K S Iyengar.

Essential Shopping

I’ve never complained about it. Maybe it’s even a sort of restraint. But here is the thing: it’s no good trying to do retail therapy in Taree. 

Maybe I’m just a snob, but what’s on offer in our small burg is déclassé, outmoded, and el cheapo.

So, when I go to the big city, some craving emerges from deep down in me that I guess is related to being a shopaholic.

It starts out as simple window shopping but inevitably something catches my eye – a pretty lure seducing the trout to bite. I might likely have to try the thing on, convince myself it’s needed, or even buy it.

The bad news is that shopaholism energy runs counter to the Yama called aparigraha (non-greed), where detached observation should be practiced, rather than impassioned action.

The good news is that currently, on this particular holiday break, I had a shopping list of necessary items, and I’ve pretty well stuck only to my needs.

The top of my list was the purchase of a camera. Tick that box. And now I’m back pointing and clicking. I didn’t realise how much I love taking photos, and my iPhone is friendly but not a great photographic tool.

Here’s a photo taken at MONA without a flash.

MONA Patrons

And, here’s a photo taken with a 35x zoom:

Hobart Industrial

So, watch this space!

This Moment

My housemates have gone off to our community choir practice. I opted to stay home. I’m tired and didn’t think I could generate upbeat energy this evening, despite the general cheeriness of the group.

I thought I’d listen to a new download of an MSIA meditation practice and that might help me rebound. Instead I was seduced by the sunset occurring as I write, so I’m sitting on our deck with my iPad and a drink. I’m telling myself this is just a different sort of spiritual activity. It feels like it.

As I settled in to watch the shadows over Farmer Scott’s grassy meadows growing long and deep, I realised I haven’t spent much time in my own company recently. Granted, I’m an extrovert, but alone time is important, isn’t it?

I wish this blog had audio so I could share the raucous sounds of the black cockatoos who’ve moved into the neighborhood. Typically, the birds screech, but I didn’t realise they also converse in raspy dialogue, sometimes complaining and sometimes just burbling. Are they really as hysterical as they sound?

None of this noise is particularly conducive to the peace and quiet we moved to the country for. But neither are the junior magpies endlessly whining, the small kookaburras trying to learn to laugh properly, and the caged white cockatoo across the road that imitates a horse neighing or a lawn mower.

Would I trade these moments for any place else. Not on your life. There will never be this again. And, the cockies have moved on.

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Yoga and the Silly Season

It’s the height of Australian summer and I’m convinced that this is such a crazy time because the end of year vibe is so expansive. The morning daylight wakes us up earlier and earlier each day. The evenings, even with rainy, cloudy, cool conditions we’ve experienced recently, still feel compellingly summery. We want to get out and socialise and clink glasses with friends.

It’s part of Nature’s estival conspiracy of abundance which we see illustrated everywhere we look by lush vegetation. The perfume of flowers is on the night air.

The season dictates an allegro tempo, to which we dance faster and faster until we reach the crescendo when shopping malls shut down on Christmas Eve, and we stumble home with our booty and collapse.

At this time, the best laid yoga practice plans probably didn’t develop the way we wanted them to. Our commitment to leading a balanced life was once again foiled. Oh well, with any luck we signed up for that January “Intensive” to get back on track.

If you’re suffering various stresses in the lead-up to Finally-Being-Able-To Let-It-All-Go, in other words, holidays, I couldn’t do better than recommending to you Eve Johnson’s post today from Five-Minute Yoga site linked here.

Tumalong Park Yoga

Spirituality: That is the question

An experienced yoga teacher asked me this question yesterday:

 I have been following your blog for a while now. It seems to me that you are always missing the spiritual side of yoga in your comments and insight, that is the main very goal of this path. Why?

I was happy to get such a great question. It made me stop and think about what the purpose of my blog is and perhaps ask myself what is my purpose as a yoga teacher and practitioner.

I should have asked my commenter what he meant by “the spiritual side of yoga”, as we need to be on the same page, and this phrase is open to interpretation.

As a rather impetuous Sagittarian, I’ll just barge ahead with a response, and then invite further comments.

“Yoga Suits Her” passed the 500 post marker this last weekend. Amazing! I started the blog about two years ago as a way of integrating my yoga practice with my new rural existence on Mitchells Island, New South Wales – a big contrast with 30 plus years of city living. At the time, I had no idea what words would fly out of my keyboard.

Gradually the blog started to have a life of its own. It seemed it was there to make me pay more attention to my surroundings, my relationships with people, and my actions. I wanted to be able report insights I had as authentically, viscerally, and vividly as possible, and link them with yoga. In this way, what I did on my yoga mat was not my only yoga practice. These days, we seem to talk about “yoga on the mat”, and “yoga off the mat” or “yoga in the yoga room” and “yoga in the living room”, meaning life. As practitioners, we’re just trying to integrate yoga and make it who we are.

I made a choice for my Spirit by moving to more natural surroundings and going at a gentler pace than what I had experienced in the city.  This existence has had salubrious consequences on all levels. On my blog I write about the effects of country living with tremendous gratitude. Every day I am thankful for the option I chose, and also for the new students I have met and for whom I am now a yoga guide.

The purpose of my blog is to convey gratitude and appreciation for my new life, to reveal the difficulties I experience at times in this transition, and to encourage yoga teachers and practitioners through my writing.

Sometimes I do this explicitly by talking about yama, niyama, Bhagavad Gita, inspiring teachers from any walk of life, and books that have helped me.

Spirit is implicit in what I write, teach and do. I don’t make much of a distinction among the 4 different levels that yoga can be taught on.  Maybe this approach is a little too subtle; maybe it’s even a rather feminine approach. I don’t know. Yoga practice and teaching are almost always a function of who you are, and what the vision is that draws you forward. That to me is love.

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Unity in Everything

I’m going to be in Sydney for the next 4 days, mainly to present at and participate in the Divine Feminine Conference.

More and more I now find it difficult to leave the beauty and peace of our country place for the city. It is so superb here: wet, vibrant with summer vegetation, richly green, the countryside fat with growth and more wildlife than we’ve seen in years.

Speaking of the natural world….I was touched by this little video I saw today and hope you have time to view it:

It shows that yogis appear in all sorts of places and ages – this one near the sacred rock, Uluru.

“You kind of feel that you’re living with family when you include everything that is alive… And then you grow up, knowing that these are all your family. You can never feel lonely in that situation. How can you, when all around you is family members…”

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What to do with excess energy

British Columbia Waterfall

You would think that would be a good problem, having so much energy that you have to invent crazy, wonderful and awesome to utilize it.

That’s what kids and adolescents do, isn’t it? Sometimes scaring the oldies to death!

Here’s an example of someone jumping out of their skin (and leaping everywhere imaginable) for you to enjoy:
http://www.safeshare.tv/w/VTrkMqeFUk

Quote from Joseph Campbell, American mythologist, writer and accomplished track athlete:

Now that I’m old. I have more mass than energy.

Joyce at 90 - Energy lasts a lifetime

The Yoga of Stress Reduction: Slow Down, You’re Goin’ Too Fast

Mitchells Island Horses

Think of just one thing you could do to turn your life around, or as a yoga teacher encourage your students to do. Might it be to slow down?

Of course, learning yoga relaxation techniques is a crucial part of knowing how to slow down. Every time you practice savasana, you enter into a process of re-discovering your own rhythm.

Unfortunately, the hurried, harried pace at which most people live is the air we breathe. We’re probably not designed for constant rushing around, but “the urgency addiction” has become something like second nature to us. That urge to hurry is ingrained from an early age when even toddlers are exhorted to get a move on and to keep up with older siblings or parents. Even when there are no external demands being put on us, there’s a kind of internal pressure to keep up, to be on time, to fall in step.

Have you ever noticed how at the beginning of a holiday you’ll jump into your car and speed off even when you don’t have an official timetable to adhere to? It’s a sad indictment of this mentality that we’ll have a two week holiday break and need one week of it to wind down.

In vipassana meditation courses, one technique used to slow people down is walking meditation, done in periodic one-hour sessions through the day. An outsider watching a meditator doing this practice might view the slow walking as eerie and zombie-like, but the meditator is paying minute attention to the details of something that is usually done in a perfunctory way.

It’s quite humbling when you stop to observe the tiny adjustments your body makes every time you take a step. When you mind is focussed like this, as it can be in your asana practice, mind chatter winds down, or even stops. The result is what we strive for: calm.

It’s over to you whether you want to relax and take life more slowly. Sometimes, to paraphrase Judith Lasater, it takes courage.