As the fluid business of the past week settles in to my core, and I sit with the experiences of our Acro Yoga intensive 4 days, I listen instinctively to the valuable lessons that i’ve been blessed with. The biggest being:
Happiness formula = Doing MY best and feeling good about it whilst finding the value in my worth and efforts.
Unhappiness formula = Comparing myself to others. Or as Baron Baptiste has said: “when we focus on the things we can’t do, we lose sight of the things we can do”
The leaps and bounds in improvement and stability of my acro yoga (aka yogaFLIGHT) skills has been tremendous and somewhat overwhelming. If I were to compare myself and technique to others that participated in the throwdown, I was truly ‘nothing special’. A beginner at best. However, I still view the time spent with Eugene and Jessie and their acro crew and talents as inspirational models of beauty, grace and flight. I so admire their years of hard work in getting to where they soar effortlessly and beautifully. They are indeed all magnificent!
- Acro Yoga may look easy and fluid, but only because there has been much repetition, learning and practice (and perhaps falls from great height).
- engagement of the core and extension through my extremities makes all the difference
- by coming in to my centre, both physically and mentally, I am able to focus and shift any energies of fear and discomfort
- hand to hand does not equal death grip
- Acro Yoga maneuvers with a broken finger is not the best of ideas (although I wasn’t going to let it stop me!) — see the hand-to-hand point above 🙂
- success with Acro Yoga is similar to being on the Slackline. One needs to find both stillness and breath to keep balanced and focussed
- it’s okay to stay true to my desires and needs
- remember the laughter, the fun and the play! oh yes, and the FLIGHT!!!!
- from the acroyoga.com website: “In the pursuit of excellence we sometimes lose sight of why we were attracted to something. The joy and excitement we experienced can easily be replaced by obsessive striving, and a strong desire to ‘strike the pose’. In so doing we move away from our innate sense of discovery in favor of our attachment to completion.”
To come away from the experience that I did with such a wealth of knowledge and new friends was a priceless adventure well worth the commitment which I at first feared due to injury.
Do you have any experiences that you pushed yourself beyond your comfort zone but were grateful to have participated in?
There have been many places I’ve lived and loved, wanting to bring home a piece of the regions essence and beauty with me. Oh how I remember the days before digital cameras, ebook readers, mp3 players and email. Nowadays, travel is so much more compact, friendly and sharable! In my fledgling days of world travel, I resorted to writing long letters and sending a ton of post cards to my friends and family. I still think that such an art is appreciated by many, although today’s method of armchair travel is far less expensive, instantaneous and easily-shared via the web. And over the past few years of rekindled travelling, I’ve made a conscious and notable effort to write letters or postcards, letting those whom I appreciate and love in life know that I think of them often.
During my 20 years abroad, being the packrat that I am, I would carry home souvenirs of the countries I visited and remnants of the events that had an impact. Right now, I find myself in an emotional quandary about donating some incredibly beautiful and useful travel photo books and guides from the places where my heart-strings were plucked like a wailing banjo. Moreover, destroying paper and photos that hold remarkable memories of an amazing and love-filled past (including home-made cards from my childhood days) is extremely difficult to do! Some of the examples of things which hold sentimental value:
- a program from the 300 way record at Skydive Chicago in which 3 of the lead organizers are no longer with us (yet these friends still remain fondly in my heart and memories)
- a program from the Alice Spring Camel Cup races in 1990 (Australia)
- ‘A Photographic Essay of the Huon Valley’, signed by the author (Tasmania, Australia)
- ‘Explore Australia: The Complete Touring Companion’
- a beautiful map of Tenerife from the 6 weeks I lived there (Spain)
- ‘Traveller’s Guide to South Africa’
- Reader’s Digest: ‘Wild New Zealand’
- Discovery Channel: ‘Insight Guide, Iceland’
- ‘The Red Devils: Red on, Green on, Go!’, signed by Eddie Carrol, Airborne D4840
- ‘Changing the Guard – Official Programme’ (I was a Guardsman on Parliament Hill, Ottawa Canada in my last year of Uni — yes, I wore a scarlet wool tunic, drill boots with cleats, a hot and sweaty bearskin hat plus I carried a FNC1 rifle, just like at Buckingham Palace)
Update: My sister took the beautiful table photography books for her bed and breakfast guests to enjoy. It’s much easier for me to purge when I know that it’s going to a home where the item(s) are actually used and enjoyed!