Thought of the Day

I don't believe in morality, but I believe in ethical conduct as set out by His Holiness the Dalai Lama: "Ethical conduct = a way of behaving that respects others’ right to be happy".

Tuesday, 5 July 2005

My Library

This is the reading list I am gradually collecting as I progress in my spiritual development path... They all come from personal recommendations.

I am ok, you're ok :: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Im-OK-Youre-Thomas-Harris/dp/0099552418

Teach Children Yoga KIT :: http://www.teachchildrenyoga.com/

Play of Consciousness: A Spiritual Autobiography :: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Play-Consciousness-Autobiography-Swami-Muktananda/dp/0911307818

Courage and Contentment: A Collection of Talks on the Spiritual Life :: http://www.amazon.com/Courage-Contentment-Collection-Talks-Spiritual/dp/091130777X

Cat Yoga: Fitness and Flexibility for the Modern Feline ::
http://www.amazon.com/Cat-Yoga-Fitness-Flexibility-Modern/dp/0307352544?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1195269988&sr=1-1

Yoga and the Quest for the True Self
http://www.amazon.com/Yoga-Quest-True-Self-Stephen/dp/055337835X

The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment
http://www.en-gb.www.facebook.com/pages/Power-of-now/108766679154054

Gurmukh - Bountiful, Beautiful, Blissful
http://www.devotion.co.uk/store/books/pregnancy/gurmukh-bountiful-beautiful-blissful/prod_310.html

Living in the Heart: How to Enter Into the Sacred Space Within the Heart with CD (Audio)
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Living-Heart-Enter-Sacred-Within/dp/1891824430

Diana Coopers' book, A Little Light on Spiritual Laws

Saturday, 2 July 2005

Sacred Words

"We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” ~ Jawaharial Nehru

*It is only when man is able, without bitterness or self-pity, to surrender a dream that he has long cherished or a privilege he has long possessed, that he is set free. That he has set themselves free for higher dreams, for greater things.*

"i submit to life and then i find the beautiful explanation for my act. i make the piece fit into creative weaving." ~ Anais Nin

"Unless we know the value of other religious traditions, it is difficult to develop respect for them. Mutual respect is the foundation of genuine harmony. We should strive for a spirit of harmony, not for political or economic reasons, but rather simply because we realize the value of other traditions. I always... make an effort to promote religious harmony." ~ His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Yoga lesson learnt today :: Uddyanabandha (upward abdominal lock) creates agni (fire), roots your core centre to the ground (apana) and activates the life force (prana) that awakens the spine.

The way lives touch // touch and spring apart // the pulse synaptic, local, // but its stretch electric - // as when cities lose themselves in velvet // under winking planes, binding black hostilities with gold chains. Anne Stevenson (b.1933)

"Yoga is an accelerated vehicle for life
learning. When we feel a certain emotion on the yoga mat in a
challenging posture it is often a trigger for a repetitive emotional
state in our lives. By focusing on the breathe, the posture and point of
attention within you are able to stay in the present moment, cultivate
an equanimous mind and break away from damaging behaviors." ~ Kino

Leo Tolstoy inspired him, Rabindranath Tagore counselled him, and Martin Luther King Jr carried on the torch of peaceful mass-resistance after he had died...

“In ancient tantric societies, when real yoga first flourished, the supreme relevance of male-female polarity and equality permeated society to great effect. This is the way it has been, and will be again. We are just finally getting around to again confronting the dominant male doctrine.”

Pay my respects to grace and virtue // Send my condolences to good // Give my regards to soul and romance // They always did the best they could...

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude". Aldous Huxley/The Doors of Perception

*As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.* ~ Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does n...ot serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.' Marianne Williamson

"think deeply, speak gently, love much and laugh often"
Magritte, The Dangerous Liaison, 1926
Gli Hindu chiamano Maya il concetto di illusione e, come in questo dipinto, credono che guardare nello specchio sia fuorviante. Meglio rivolgere lo sguardo altrove, professano gli scettici. Ma invece di ritirarsi dall’incertezza dell’illusione, Nietzsche ci incoraggia ad accoglierla. <> Anche se possiamo vedere solo una frazione del cosmo, ogni frammento che osserviamo arricchisce la sua entropia, contribuisce alla diversita’ del tutto e induce cambiamento.

yoga lesson learnt today :: get rid of your limiting thoughts and honour the body you live in.
the energy that is put into a belief and makes you feel superior negates life as it cuts you off from any real connection that you and I may have.

to laugh is to risk appearing the fool
to weep is to risk appearing sentimental
to reach out to another is to risk involvement
to expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self
to place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss

to love is to risk not being loved in return
to live is to risk dying
to hope is to risk despair
to try is to risk failure
but risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing

yoga lesson learnt today :: where awareness shines, there flows the creative energy. let your awareness be a butterfly hopping from darkness to light to darkness to light. there can't be an upside without a downside.

*live to be in the present. safety, security, knowing and being right are all synonyms for death.* ~ Cheri Huber

"We seek it here, we seek it there, we look for love everywhere! We expect it to come to us, usually through another person. All our conditioning says love is something that happens to us ... and yet real love cannot be acquired, possessed or accumulated. The ultimate paradox is we are it. We are love."

' I want my life to be one of love, not rage. Kindness, not contempt. Joy, not suffering. I want to be alive and present in this moment, not lost in thought and delusion. ' ~ Zen poem

*It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.* ~ e. e. cummings

“the person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing and is nothing
she may avoid suffering and sorrow, but she simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love and live chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he has forfeited his freedom
only the person that risks is free”

Yoga lesson learnt today :: generosity is an act of letting it go.

* Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.* ~ Rumi

*Longing in its purity is divine, longing when it longs for nothing is divine. The moment an object of the longing arises, it becomes mundane.* ~ Osho

"some we know to be dead even though they walk among us; some are not yet born though they go through all the forms of life; other are hundreds of years old though they call themselves thirty-six" — Virginia Woolf (Orlando)

*There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.* ~ Milan Kundera

*nothing happens until something starts moving* A. Einstein
yoga lesson learnt today :: the third eye is the chakra of the "I": intellect, intuition, intelligence, introversion, insight... When you close your eyes the third eye opens.

*I've decided to be happy, because it is good for my health.* ~ Voltaire

Yoga lesson learnt today :: acceptance is to be able to forfeit expectations. If the fruits of your actions come back to you, let be it. If they don't, let be it.

Recognition is the first step in the process of understanding, acceptance and caring attitude...

Yoga lesson {within the lesson} learnt today :: cultivate the unseen: the spirit, the soul and the breath - your source for nourishment, support, courage and healing.

To see a world in a grain of sand/And a heaven in a wild flower/Hold infinity in the palm of your hand/And eternity in an hour - W. Blake

"My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment- upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of the window: you always concentrate my whole senses". 
John Keats

Yoga lesson learnt today:: Don't ask: What does the world need? Ask: What does make me come alive? The world needs just that: people who are alive. No go and do that.
How? through tapas (burning what doesn't serve you), svadhyaya (self awareness) and openess to the world which we can't control.

"When, like the tortoise which withdraws its
limbs on all sides, he withdraws his senses from the sense
objects, then his wisdom becomes steady." ~ Bhagavad-Gita, 2-58

Sunday, 22 May 2005

Paris c'est toujour Paris...

After a rather light day at work, softened by a nice team lunch at the local Lebanese Restaurant and by the relief of sending for press a huge book, I got the Eurostar of 5.40pm on Friday night. The tube was crowded due to an earlier signal problem. The train was full as well, but it is always a pleasure to travel from the heart of one city to another. I didn't bring along any magazines, book or music; I was determined to sleep during the journey to get fresh and rested to Paris. Every time the train manager informs us that we are about to enter the tunnel, I always feel a sense of apnoea. At 21.17 I was at La Gare Du Nord, punctual and quite excited to meet Magali, who I hadn’t seen since the end of July. And there she was, lovely and warm as ever. While we were queuing up to get tickets, I got metaphorically assaulted by two heavy hands on my shoulders: it was Federica, my Italian friend, who was not supposed to be there. Oh no, she was supposed to be in Perugia where she lives. Bewildered (and of course very happy of this surprise number one), I asked her whether she was real. She was, and looked in great shape: longer hair and relaxed smile. We went for dinner into a nice Brasserie and ordered a mixed cheesy salad with French dressing and French wine (of course). We started our conversation mainly based on frenetic Q&As about everything, to make the time apart up. In fact, I had seen Fede for my birthday in August, but very briefly. So, we did have topics to talk about. Maga kept repeating how happy she was that the three of us finally reunited, if only for a weekend. Like me, both Magali and Fede used to live in London, but unlike me (and my persistence), they eventually moved back to their countries. At the time we used to go out together very often, mainly for drinks, meals and exhibitions. On Saturday morning we all purposely overslept and had breakfast before heading for a shopping session to Les Marais. We got to the L’Artisan Parfumeur shop where we found a very caring and chatty shop assistant who covered us with eau de parfumes. I felt a bit disadvantaged because my French, compared to Fede’s (who speaks it fluently) and Magali’s (who is French), is rather basic. I did my best to try and understand everything he said though and I eventually bought my favourite scent: the extract of Fig. We then stopped for a coffee in one of the stylish bars of the quarter, and there I got a message from Steve informing me that our offer to a flat we recently saw was likely to be accepted. We got all excited, and I was glad to be there and share that important moment with two real good friends. After some more walk and a visit to the wine shop to buy a celebrative bottle of champagne, we headed to the Pompidou Centre for the DADA exhibition (review to follow in the Art Section) where I found the Man Ray's biography for half price. Finally, we went back home for a domestic dinner kindly prepared by Magali: potatoes with strong melted cheese and dressed with mixed salad. Lush, both in taste and calories. After dinner we decided to have a late night tour by car to enjoy Paris by night. I loved it. We got to the Eiffel tower and stopped right in front of it to admire it in its splendour. It was quite atmospheric because the fog hided the top, and I thought it looked a monster about to step towards us at any time. Fede reminded me its origins: the fact that it was built for an exhibition and due to be unassembled after it. Funny anecdote considering that it is now the symbol of the city (like the Pompidou Centre, as Magali observed), and not only: it is the symbol of another way of perceiving art and reality. I pointed out how some people still find it horrible and that Verlaine used to change route in order to avoid it—the same remark I do every time I come to Paris. But the wonder was not over yet, because the tower suddenly started spitting sparkling diamonds. I was amazed—surprise number two. Apparently, it does so every hour for ten solid minutes. I didn’t know it and missed this spectacle last time I was there. We saw the show also from the top of Montmartre with even more sensationalist effects. After another deserved lie-in, on Sunday we went to the posh Saint Germain and admired some black+white photographs exhibited on the gate of the Jardin du Luxembourg. Later, we went to the Klimt, Schiele and Kokoschka exhibition at Le Grand Palais (another review to follow in the Art section). After it, we had a last relaxing drink in an arty bar of Montmartre before accompanying Fede to her intellectual friend in Montparnasse and saying good-bye to her. Magali and I went on to a quirky restaurant (Ave Maria) for an international meal and more chats: I chose a Himalayan plate and Magali an African dish which was delicious, although I perhaps prefer the authentic French cuisine. We concluded the evening with a drink at her friend’s bar. My journey back the morning after went safely and smoothly except for the taxi fare: 32 euro for a ride of 18 minutes. Ouch! The taxi driver was very friendly, which would have been very pleasant if it wasn't for the time: it was 5am, I was half asleep and not really responsive enough to speak French. When he said:--Tu parles Francais tres bien, I was chuffed. But when he added:--Tu es tres jolie, I looked at the taximeter going up too quickly and I thought, that’s it, I wanna get off here as soon as possible. Sadly, all the traffic lights were red, and the last ten minutes lasted forever (what Virginia Woolf used to call the *inner time*). In London, I decided to catch the tube. I was not in the spirit to face another taxi driver. When the train approached Waterloo station, it was a sunny morning, the Big Ben was as sparkling as the Eiffel tower and I felt at home, but unwilling to start a dull working day. C'est la vie. P.S. Faithful to my style, I left my camera behind. So, I am afraid, no snapshots from this weekend break.