Monday, March 11, 2013

The eyes of March

Quite some time has passed since I written last. Actually a whole new year has pushed its way in.

I am very inspired today and for that I am grateful.

I found a quote by Mother Teresa, one of those "share" wisdom on social media, and she said, "When you judge people, you have no time to love them"...

I have always been a little hesitant to watch, listen, admire Beyonce Knowles. Whatever I have seen of her, never really impressed or deeply effected me.  She seemed not genuine, cold, even conceded at times. I did not have any substantial evidence to make that judgement call upon her character, I just followed the clouds of media gossip that spread far and wide, mixed with some sort of prejudice for popular music and extravagant shows. There was never a time when I invested a minute out of my day to explore her as a musician, as an artist, as an individual. Yes, I had respect for her career and her voice, rendered her quite the good looking lady with a sense of style but not much else.  Well, today, i am in Atlanta in a cozy suite, resting after work. I turn on HBO. To my great disappointment the last scene of "Forrest Gump" just played and the titles run down the screen. It is one of my absolute favorite films, but that is another blog...I am about to turn the TV off and... the documentary on Beyonce comes on. Being driven by the quote from this morning I keep the channel on. I decide to investigate. I start watching her interview. She is a beautiful woman sitting on a couch, no makeup, hair in a tight bun. She radiates light and she is calm, content, and wise. I keep watching, listening to the things she says, I realize that her core strength comes from her family values, her belief in internal power, her conviction that women can do anything and should do ANYTHING on equal grounds with men of this world. I listen to her speak affectionately, warmly, beautifully about how her husband Jay-Z is her best friend. How she went through a miscarriage and it was the hardest thing she had to tackle. How she doubts herself constantly and asks for help, thanks those who carry her through hardship. She speaks of her business side, how she use to give in and suffer from it, but has learned to stand her ground, as a woman, as an artist. To not compromise on the important details that compose her definition of her vision. I hear her say that the only thing you have to do is to be true to yourself, know who you are and grow.
 All of this is not a novelty to my way of thinking. I had no expectation to hear this from her, because I judged. I don't know why I did, and it wasn't the type of aggressive judgement. It was more dismissive bias type, which is potentially worse, since it is born out of virtually nothing, insecurity mostly.
I realize that she is every woman. I come to admire her and this admiration transforms me, by freeing me. I realize how lucky this "coincidence" is. This documentary found me on HBO. I love her now:)

On another note. Yoga.
I meditated today by running on a treadmill while listening to "Chop Suey!" by System of a Down. Yes, make no mistake about it. This was a full on meditation. There is a great article in the Elephant Journal (, one of more honest outlets for free floating thought by good people.

Loved every word, EVERY...because you don't have to be a vegan to practice, to meditate, to find peace, to teach others and be taught, to embrace yourself, to free yourself, to be aware.
I came to realize that my practice is the strongest when I don't conform to what I think may be the guidelines of a yoga teacher. "Peace, love, floating in ethereal, philosophical contemplations" type of behavior. I am ONLY talking about my OWN faulty perception here. Perhaps I have not achieved that balance yet and perhaps i never will. Or maybe the opposite. But the point is you do not have to be anything but you to be a solid teacher. And if "you" is defined by eating some rare steak once in a while, listening to some heavy metal and then leading your students through a practice that feeds at least one soul. Well, then good for me. Namaste...

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