So I know it’s been a few days but a lot has happened in terms of yoga and also in life stuff here …
So a couple of days ago we had a really inspiring Yin class, now I in my ignorance thought that Yin was just holding laying down poses for a really long time. However, I have since learnt that that’s restorative and the Yin class that we did was really powerful, holding some challenging positions for 5 minutes each one, I will try and relay this to you guys when I get back. We are looking at how the body can store emotions or issues that you might have and how we can use yoga or yoga poses to help you breath in to these areas and release these things.
This session also coincided with the full moon and a womb healing meditation which was really powerful stuff ladies.. anyway I think H and I may have been floating on a cloud after these sessions. At lunch H had a smoothie with peanut butter in it, (i’m allergic to nuts) she offered me some, I asked what was in it, she said chocolate and bananas, I had a sip through the straw and immediately knew something was wrong. I ran back to the villa, started vomiting and eating anti histamines ! Which is crazy right as I am not digesting them, anyway just when I thought I was ok my chest started to contract and my throat and I couldn’t breath, Amanda stepped in with my adrenaline shot and soon after all was well. A little trip to the hospital and some odd replacements for my injection.
Towards the end of our first week which was a continuous 8 days straight we went to an absolutely incredible natural hot spring, about an hour away from where we are. Absolutely incredible, it formed part of a ceremony to release old patterns and offering up something for the future.
The Balinese make these beautiful offerings two or three times a day they’re everywhere. From a few grains of rice stuck to a slice of banana leaf, to the daily canang placed around a home or family shrine .
Walk down any street and the first thing at your feet are the daily canang – ‘chanang’, or small, square, woven baskets made from cut coconut leaves and filled with flowers – with an assortment of gifts for the Gods and topped with incense. Inside everything has a meaning. You’ll find white lime, red betel-nut and the green sirih or gambier plant – each representing a major Hindu God of the Trimurti – Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu. On top are placed four flowers that symbolise sincerity and love: white petals in the east of the little box for the God Iswara; red for the fiery Brahma in the south; yellow flowers – usually jepun, or ‘frangipani’ – for the God Mahadeva in the west; and blue or green for cool Vishnu in the north. On top you’ll often also see a small-denomination banknote that completes the sari – the selfless essence – of the offering.
In each little village it seems to be different, what I love about it is that they make these offerings in a high place and a low place, thanking mother Earth and the gods above, by honouring both the higher and lower spirits negativity be balanced with positivity – thus ensuring harmony.