Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Chanting

I've always loved singing. I love the expression of music and the vibrations of my soul. But I've only recently discovered a passionate love for chanting.
Chanting is more than just singing. It has meaning and energy to it and, most poignant to me, it is a prayer to Almighty God. When I chant, I am pleading for the influence of God in my life. And I feel my soul resonating with the truth of His existence. 
Chanting is done most often in the Sanskrit language - a language meant to be pure, consecrating and sanctifying. It is sacred and laced with symbolism. 
I chant before my yoga practice begins, to open my mind, heart and body. As I feel the taste of the words on my tongue and throughout my body I am reminded of the eternal nature of all matter and energy. We are surrounded by things we cannot see but if we just pause and start listening, we can feel them. 
I chant as I finish my practice and I use it as a time to lay my heart before my Creator and to reconnect with who I am. 
I feel the Spirit of God when I chant. It calms me. It awakens my spirit. And it allows my heart to sing.   

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

The Start

I am a yogi. A yogi who lives and breathes sunshine, warmth and all things of the earth. And this is the continuing story of my journey.
Once upon a time, I lost all sight of who I was and the wonderful gifts that God had placed around me. Through many miracles and the gifts of a loving Heavenly Father, I slowly began to step away from the darkness and into the light and joy. As part of that process, I found yoga. Years later, I've decided to become a full-fledged yogi, to expand in my knowledge of light and truth and also to gain the wisdom needed to lead others on their own journey.
I was mercifully led to Syl Carson, the owner and renowned yogi of Bodhi Yoga in Provo, Utah. I knew I had found what I was searching for and I jumped in with all four limbs to the Yoga Teacher Training running from January to May of 2014.
After a great deal of anticipation stress and excited anxiety, the day finally came for the first weekend of training. It was incredible. More than I could have hoped for or imagined. I suddenly saw pieces of the puzzle of my life fall into place that I hadn't even known were missing. I knew, more than ever, that this was where I was supposed to be and what I was supposed to be doing.
Two days of training later and I still feel like I'm walking on the clouds. Or flying. Or just sitting in balasana and feeling the energy pulse through my veins.
I am learning things that, when told to me, hit me with the force of a gust of majestic wind. They ring true to both my heart and mind. I get to explore the wonders of the body, through the study of anatomy and energy work. I get to develop my ability to help others realign their bodies and minds to find truth. I get to search deeply into my own heart to find the personal connection to the movements I make, physically and spiritually, and I get to find out who The Sunshine Yogi really is. I am just beginning another stretch of the magnificent journey God has prepared for me. And loving it.