Emilia_ashtangayoga (2026)

04/05/2023

It’s been already a month since I started my Mysore program at our …. I can’t say how thrilled I am as I see people walking through the door always with a big smile to throw their mats and devote their entire being to the practice of …. I hold a lot of respect for my teachers who passed on me their knowledge so I could keep on investigating more on my own about our dear practice.
May we have a lot more months together and we all keep growing in our love for the science of Yoga!!! And as my beautiful says “ we have to celebrate “!!!😻. She took this pic btw! ❤️. Love love!!!

10/11/2022

I remember when I was younger back in my dear Colombia. I was standing on a street waiting for the bus that would take me to the gym where I was teaching a spin class. Very early, maybe 5:30 am. I was looking towards the route that would bring that bus. Standing there by myself, indefensible, distracted in the strong still subtle energy of the morning. This guy comes behind me and grabs my butt. Hard, with some kind of possessiveness nobody gave him the ability to have. He looked at me and kept walking like nothing happened. I was shocked and froze for a second. He kept walking like nothing. Like he, for some reason was entitled to touch my body. To cross that limit of body and emotions. probably feeling the power of a great man. Because he touched me without knowing me, without any permission. He kept walking slowly probably feeling the triumph of grabbing a piece of flesh. Like there was no human being attached to that piece of my body. He kept walking like nothing happened. It was maybe only seconds until I started running behind him. With my fist up as if I was carrying a weapon. No fear was in my body but a lot of anger. I run just after him, and with my fist as my weapon I hit his back. Right on his left side, right on his heart side. On his back, on the back of his heart I hit him. With all my anger, with all my strength I hit him.I didn’t scream, not sound came out of my mouth, because all the energy I put it on the power to hit him. He tripped and kept walking like nothing happened. My hand and my whole body were shaking. And he kept walking, like nothing happened, like that story was over. But it wasn’t for me. I kept looking at him, with a tear running down my cheek. A tear that was there to remind me of my power and my strength. To remind me his smallness and my greatness. And even tho he kept walking, like nothing happened, I stood there looking at him, feeling the anger, feeling the rage but feeling my feelings. There with me alone I felt bigger, I felt I had the ability to be my own defender, my own protector. And still he kept waking like not happened…

11/10/2022

For some reason this memory came to me this morning while waking up to do my yoga practice. I was at the end of my marriage, and we were trying to find a way to stay together… I don’t know why…or actually I do. We did love each other, not with the kind of love necessary to be there holding onto a strong tie and keeping the family together. We were friends sharing a home that slowly became so cold, so sad and somehow angry, maybe for the lack of freedom to fly and find a better way to be happy. I remember I was so afraid of being lonely, but I already was, I was in the kind of loneliness that gives you the companionship that is but it is not…I know we both were feeling the same way. We decided to go to therapy, and being in the spiritual life, we chose this kind of therapy that was more into the yoga principles. “The non-aggressive communication” is the kind of therapy. And it was good. But, at some point the therapist told us that his basic principle was trying to keep the couple together. That got me thinking… why? How about trying to keep each individual on full integrity and fly to be happy? How about teaching people that a family is not people heating each other in the same house, but trying to find a friendship that supports their children in harmony, respect and peace? How about helping people to learn hot to grow by themselves and be strong for their children and themselves? How about all that? Women often fear leaving husbands because they will be lonely and unable to support themselves and their children. And that might be true. But also the kind of power and strength that gives us learning how to support ourselves, recognizing our value, and our capacity to create and recreate ourselves is a path that has no return. Living in a marriage that doesn’t fulfill your heart is certainly one of the hardest life to be lived. And loving by yourself taking care of you and your kids if you have and proving yourself how strong you are is one of the most inspiring experience for you and others… go ahead don’t be afraid of seeing how powerful you are and how happy you can be… for you and for the ones you love the most…❤️.

30/09/2022

I’ve heard they say the practice itself is the best teacher… I do agree… there is so much knowledge we acquire with our own practice. Getting to observe ourselves gives us the possibility to observe our students with more compassion and understanding of their bodies. As we get to realize that all bodies are different and require different formulas for growth and care, also gives us a way to see in ourselves that all days are different, all stages in life change and that our bodies go changing throughout time. The physical practice might be the same but the formula for growth is always different both for our students and ourselves. The practice is the sketch where we draw different possibilities for thriving and expanding ourselves throughout this life time…❤️. ❤️

22/09/2022

The most popular interpretation of yoga is defining yoga as union… and even tho, my philosophy Teacher in India explained very well to me that actually Yoga is separation, detaching from what we think we are. All the faces and masks that we put on through out this life and maybe previous lives, that eventually fall down as a result of strict yogic practices. Thinking about that, and about everything that has happened to Yoga during the lasts decades, it got me thinking what yoga really means to me. Some times is hard to know what yoga really is. Is not the asanas we practice alone. Is not meditation alone, is not conscious breathing alone, is not this, is not that… and still it is so many things. We tend to get confused on what to expect from a person who calls themselves a yogi or a spiritual person. What does that really mean? Besides committing themselves to a conducts, principles and practices, it should also manifest in the way we live this life. That doesn’t mean we have to be perfect, far form that as we keep on making mistakes, we continue to devote to those practices that bring clarity to the mind and healing for the heart. Some times clarity comes as we take a walk and we are so present, feeling the wind touching our face, observing the birds flying in such coordinated dance. Some times a deep conversation with your friend when you are so aware of all the words flowing crating the most indestructible connection. Listening to your children being there for them and discovering with them the beauty of the purest love of all… and all those events are yoga too, not only the practices, even tho we need our practice to connect to ourselves and as a way to train our minds to be present… in that simple and total presence is when real yoga happens. Those moments where we thrive to be better, to love purely, to look into the eyes of our fiend and see in them ourselves too…every time we thrive to find our soul in every action we take, we are practicing yoga…uniting with who you really are, pure love, and detaching from what we have crated in this life to define ourselves …

18/09/2022

I had a friend long time ago, he was odd.. he told me many stories about events happening in the sky, planets moving around in conjunction with the moon and the sun… he told me stories about love too.. and as we loved each other in a very odd way too, I believed all he said about love. He told me that he never felt lonely because he counted on his own companionship.. his heart, didn’t belong to anyone else but himself, but he did have the ability to love passionately and let go grateful for the time he spent with his beloved lovers and friends… our friendship was solid, and based on each other’s growth… we both told everything about each other, our souls were naked, and that’s maybe why we didn’t need to touch each other’s bodies… we kissed with words, even when our lips never met… our hands not so often felt the touch of our skins, but we felt the strong presence of each other as if we were holding hands in a long and unknown path…he left one day, and as he was walking out the door he instructed me not to miss him, he said we were beyond the distance. He told me he would always love me, he said he would never mind who I would become, how good or how bad I would behave…he did tell me he believed in me, and how special I was for him…he didn’t promise he would come back, and he never did…but he told me to love myself the way he did love me…he thank me for our time together, and as I was ready to thank him for how much love he had taught me he left with the biggest smile I had ever seen on him…he was my friend, that lives by pieces in all my friends, and as I need a piece of him I reach out to my fiend who has it, so I follow his instructions of not missing him… and I keep on looking to the starts and keep finding him every single night…❤️

14/09/2022

The relationship between the students and the teacher is nothing else but the exchange of knowledge, inspiration and love...one feeds the other eagerness to grow and transcend the limits of the body and the mind. Both look into the eyes of the soul and find the limitless spectrum of colors and the beauty of realizing the one-ness of all. The real ness of the teacher then shows a real path for the student to follow, and the trust of the student is an engine for the teacher for keep on researching in himself, investigating on himself and keep his own search alive.
Teacher and student are both human beings who make mistakes but are aware of their human condition. The teacher is aware of his non superiority and remains humble and the student is aware as well of his own greatness but also is humble in front of the invaluable teachings his beloved teacher has shared with him along the path.
The relationship between student and teacher is a very special one and both know they need to take care of it as you take care of the most fragile and precious treasure of all... ❤️. here with beautiful who always brings her open heart to share it with me... we have grown together so much, and love is the firm foundation of our relationship… thank you Chuchi for so much! 😘

02/09/2022

These last days I had my best friend coming to visit me. After many years of not seeing each other, we had this feeling of have never missed a day of talking to each other. We have talked about love, what love means to us, couples love, friends love, often he looks at me and asked me if my daughter was the love of my life…love in all its manifestations and all I is ways… love for my students and of course love for my friends… I have had the fortune to count with amazing human being throughout my life, beings that have served of companion for fun, for deep conversations, for sisterhood… friends that are there for you no matter how “bad” you have been. Friends that died and left a big hole on the center of my heart, and friends that are gone for different reasons. There is this sense of loss when a friend is not in your life anymore that nobody talks about, when a fight was stronger that the love we had… there are also friends who were able to take the differences and go pass them, to keep growing and kept on accepting your very human condition. Friends are our family, our net of support made out of compassion, of love and understanding. No matter how hard life is, when you have a friend to hold hands with, you will always have a treasure. Friends are a strong embrace form a long distance a dancer who dances with you in the loneliest of all dances, friends are the brightest star in the darkest night…friends…❤️ ❤️

29/08/2022

This morning as I sat in meditation and tried to concentrate again and again in my instrument of meditation, I’m doing a mantra these days, but my mind was going all over the place… remembering, planning, going back and ford and around… this crazy chat, and trying to go back to my mantras, again and again. There was a point where I kind of gave up and just allowed all the chatting to happen… being there so quiet from the outside and so much craziness in the inside. I tried to listen carefully to what my mind had to say. Being there for my mind, like a mom is there for her chatting child… some time not understanding fully what’s going on there because there is so much… a volcano of words, a angry river of sentences and judgments…a stone that lands strong on my chest causing some pain, some fear, some anxiety… but then slowly a calm embrace of my fiend’s words as a reminder of the abandonment to be just part of the past… so many events going on in my mind like a dance of many participants holding hands and switching form one dancer to the other in a fast and almost endless music… Till finally the little bells sound to let me know that is time to release the mantra and open my eyes… and the opportunity to look what happened in those minutes where the eyes were closed…not happy, feeling I could’ve done it better… I could’ve focused more and take advantage of that precious moment …but then there is this voice, the same voice that told me to be there with my craziness and let me know that it is all good.. to let it all happen and still be aware of how much my mind is moving, to be aware of all that movement comes form the events that happen throughout my days, how I see things, and how I act and react. How I embrace or reject, how I enjoy or try to escape. There is so much that I can use my mediation for, and how my life can help my meditation too…. Is not two separate things is just one… and it is still ok… still I can be compassionate to myself and let it all happen, observing and trying to see where can I refine my actions to refine my thoughts, and refine my thoughts to refine the whole experience of meditation and eventually the whole experience of life…

17/08/2022

The death of the Guru

Many years ago, there was a small village. The people at the village had on common this spiritual interest. Towns close by would talk about all the kind and always willing to help people that dwell in that village. There was something very special about this place. They had one person that they would call the “heavy one”. The heave one, was their guide in all the spiritual matters.

They would devote their lives to this being, offering all their actions to him and bringing their respect and love to him.
They lived in perfect harmony and The Heavy One would always be aware of the happenings in his village.

The Heave one was a brilliant being, and his face showed all the purity of his heart. His eyes full of sparkles, could see beyond a human eyes can see. His heart that was always pulsating strong but slow would be quick to recognize the lack of love his devotees would suffer from and would bring confort with sweet words that would heal the wounds of those hearts.
He had an old knowledge as if he had lived for several centuries in this world, so he would advice with accuracy to solve the problems and disagreements of his dear friends and devotees.

One day tho, he felt disconnected and didn’t go into himself and his meditation… somehow he felt he already knew all the answers. He didn’t worked his body either because he knew his body could get into any asana he would want. He stopped all his Sadhana because he thought he needed that time to rest more and have more time to see more people. After all they were the ones who needed to do their daily Sadhana, he did it for too long, he thought.

Suddenly he stopped listening to the signs in the stars, he thought that was just superstitious to do so. He stopped hugging the trees because he felt nothing and thought he had just imagined how he felt the vibrations on the roots and the words on the leaves. He stopped talking to the animals because he thought they would never understand his messages.

He stopped listening patiently and carefully to his people because he thought they were not enough evolved to understand his words and there was not point on talking to them to take them out of their sorrows.

He thought he knew everything and stopped listening to the messages of his heart.
The people in the village were so confused, they felt so far away from their beloved Heave One even tho his home was in the center of the village.

The devotes who had spent the most time with the Heavy one noticed their beloved Guru had stopped his practice and quickly started to deepen their own practice to protect their village. They kept on loving their Heavy One but they understood he was Human just like them. Slowly the heart of the Heave one started to dry and shrink. He got sick and slowly died.

The whole village payed respect to their Heavy One, the human being and knew he would always be in their heart with all his teachings.
They were worried the village would become a dry place without a soul. But the advance devotees continued to deepen their Sadhana day after day, year after year. Sharing with others what they had learned from the Heavy one and what they had experienced themselves.

The village continued to be what it was before, and all the people knew that the Guru wasn’t a person but the knowledge they would acquire in their daily Sadhana, and they would keep trusting the advance devotees who kept their heart burning in the love and the devotion of their Sadhana, knowing again the the Knowledge gained during years of daily Sadhana was their real Guru.

14/08/2022

A girl and a cat… these last mornings that mark the last mornings of the summer, lazy and sleepy mornings with a big crowd in my bedroom… I hear the alarm that goes off to let me know is time to start my day. Awaiting for me are The cup off coffee, the meditation and the yoga practice that will help me to feel the necessary self love I need to later during the day give back to the people I love. As I hear the alarm, and not really understanding if is time or if I’m still dreaming, I find myself in this very uncomfortable position. I don’t understand how is that I ended up almost falling off the bed, or having so much weight on my body. Then I open my eyes, and turn to one side and I can see my daughter’s face asleep, so peaceful and still holding onto my arm to let me know without her knowing how much comfort she feels when she is next to me while we sleep. I turn to the other side and I see my cat laying her whole body on my other arm. As she wants to let me know I can’t go anywhere without her letting me make any move. I smile, and think, “a girl and a cat”… my two precious loves. The ones who share my day to day life. I think about my mom who is not here with me, my cousins, my aunts, my friends… and with a deep breath I look again to my sides and see a girl and a cat. I smile again, and despite all the doubts and the lack of confidence I feel so happy they gave me the chance to take care of them. I never thought I could ever take care of anyone or anything, not even myself. But here we are with a girl and a cat. We sharing the deep dark night, in silence and that clear light day with the laughter, the kisses, and the fights as well. We all feel so safe next to each other, and we feel so loved next to each other. Here in the middle of the night when all I can see is a girl and a cat. ❤️ ❤️

09/08/2022

Either if this life is a chapter of an endless book, or if we are just a ray of a huge star and if this body is a dress that we change countless times, my yoga has taught me that the present moment is all we have and the Breath and body are gifts we have received to change the course of our lives... we use asanas to unlock differed places of our physical and subtle bodies and the breath works to unlock the doors of hidden emotions... the awareness that Yoga give us helps us to transform those emotions into positive actions that not only gracefully affects ourselves but the people around us❤

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