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I am very excited about going back to teaching after 6 months of Sabbatical. I missed my yogi friends like I missed the jasmine flowers in the Winter. I understand that everything has its process and The Universe has a unique way to teach us certain lessons. Patience is one of them, detachment is another one. Class in on Saturday at Torrey Pines glider port at 9:30 am. Please arrive 10 minutes early to sign the release form and layout your yoga mats. Parking is free. Class fee is $10. See you soon. Om Shanti. Muy emocionada de volver a dar clases de yoga después de 6 meses de un tiempo sabático. Extrañaba a mis amigos yogis como se extraña las flores de jazmín en el invierno. Entiendo que todo tiene su proceso y El Universo tiene una forma única para enseñarnos ciertas lecciones. La paciencia es una de ellas, el desapego es otra. La clase es el sábado en el voladero de Torrey Pines a las 9:30 am. Por favor lleguen 10 minutos más temprano para firmar el formulario de clase y acomodar sus colchonetas de yoga. El estacionamiento es gratuito. La clase es $10. Nos vemos pronto. Om Paz. The class starts with a sacred chant, pranayama and sun salutations. |
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Dedico este escrito a las personas que viven a las carreras y parecieran en una lucha constante contra el tiempo.
También, a aquellos que se toman el tiempo para ver un atardecer sin pensar a donde tiene que llegar o que tiene que hacer. A todo@s los invito a SER.
También, a aquellos que se toman el tiempo para ver un atardecer sin pensar a donde tiene que llegar o que tiene que hacer. A todo@s los invito a SER.
Maybe Reverend Watanabe was right.
By Sofia P. Webber
I was walking down the street from the main temple, heading to my room, when suddenly my Zen master appeared in front of me. With his Japanese accent and moving his unique beard slightly, he stood firmly and said: “Sofia, understand that you won’t be able to make a living by teaching yoga.” I took a deep breath and I lowered my head. At this point I have learned to keep silent. Even though I had a quick thought suggesting that I could prove him differently.
What was the purpose of that declaration? Was he thinking about my future as a yoga instructor? Was he reflecting his own experience after many years of having his own temple? I never knew. I never asked.
I had a dream that week. I saw a huge icon of the mantra “Om” flying from space towards my forehead. The mantra crossed my third eye and I saw it printed in papers of different sizes and shapes with my name below. My conclusion, after I woke up was that perhaps teaching was not going to be enough to make a living, therefore I had to find a way to write about yoga.
I left the temple in Eagle Rock, after 9 months of Zen study and self inquiry. I moved to a little but very cozy flat in Glendale, California and I got a job, then two jobs, then three jobs and finally four jobs that allowed me to explore some talents: teaching, customer service and writing.
I got some of my articles published in a national newspaper and two local magazines. I realized I also had to communicate the dharma - the teachings of Buddha, Truth, Universal Law - through videos, music, dance and my entire life. Yoga was a constant practice. Yoga was a living energy that fired up my thoughts, my words, my moves. Oh boy! I really moved: roller blading , driving, walking, running and almost flying from class to class! I learned to receive the messages from the Universe with braveness and enjoy what each day offered without expectations.
Today I was driving to my office job listening to San Diego’s jazz station. Mindfully, I allowed my mind wander trying just to “be” in the middle of the traffic at 7:30 am in the 52 freeway. Suddenly, the words of Reverend Watanabe echoed in my head: “Sofia, understand that you won’t be able to make a living by teaching yoga”.
-Yes, Reverend, maybe you are right. After 10 years of teaching I haven’t made a living only by teaching yoga, I have had many jobs and experienced lots of abundance, great memories and true friends.
ありがとう
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Tal vez el Reverendo Watanabe tenía razón.
Por Sofia P. Webber
Iba caminando por la calle del templo principal, en dirección a mi habitación, cuando de repente mi maestro Zen apareció delante de mí. Con su acento japonés y moviendo ligeramente su barba única, se mantuvo firme y dijo: "Sofía, entienda que no se puede ganar la vida enseñando yoga". Tomé una respiración profunda y bajé la cabeza. En ese momento ya había aprendido a quedarme en silencio. Sin embargo, un pensamiento repentino me sugirió que yo podría demostrarle lo contrario.
¿Cuál fue el propósito de esa declaración? ¿Estaba pensando en mi futuro como instructora de yoga? ¿Estaba reflejando su propia experiencia después de muchos años de tener su propio templo? Nunca supe. Nunca le pregunté.
Tuve un sueño esa semana. Vi un gran icono del mantra "Om" volar desde el espacio hacia la frente. El mantra cruzó mi tercer ojo y lo vi impreso en papeles de diferentes tamaños y formas con mi nombre a un lado. Mi conclusión, después de que me desperté, fue que tal vez enseñar no iba a ser suficiente para ganarme la vida, por lo tanto, tenía que encontrar la manera de escribir sobre yoga.
Me mudé del templo en Eagle Rock, después de 9 meses de estudio Zen e investigación interna. Me mudé a un pequeño, pero muy acogedor apartamento en Glendale, California, y conseguí un trabajo, luego dos, luego tres y, finalmente, cuatro, que me permitieron explorar algunos talentos: la docencia, servicio al cliente y la escritura.
Mis artículos fueron publicados en un diario de circulación nacional y dos revistas locales. Me di cuenta también que tenía que comunicar el dharma - las enseñanzas de Buda, la Verdad, la Ley Universal- a través de videos, música, danza y mi vida entera.
Yoga es una práctica constante. Yoga es la energía viviente de mis pensamientos, mis palabras, mis movimientos. ¡Oh mi Dios! Si que me moví: en patines, carro, a pie, corría y casi volaba de clase en clase! Aprendí a recibir los mensajes del Universo con valentía y a disfrutar de lo que ofrecía cada día sin expectativas.
Hoy estaba conduciendo a mi trabajo de oficina escuchando la estación de jazz de San Diego. Conscientemente, permití que mi mente divagara tratando simplemente de "estar" en medio del tráfico a las 7:30 am en la autopista 52. De repente, las palabras del reverendo Watanabe hicieron eco en mi cabeza: "Sofía, entienda que no se puede ganar la vida enseñando yoga".
-Sí, Reverendo, a lo mejor tiene razón. Después de 10 años de docencia no me he ganado la vida únicamente enseñando yoga, he tenido muchos puestos de trabajo y he experimentado abundancia, recuerdos maravillosos y buenos amigos.
あ り が と う
By Sofia P. Webber
I was walking down the street from the main temple, heading to my room, when suddenly my Zen master appeared in front of me. With his Japanese accent and moving his unique beard slightly, he stood firmly and said: “Sofia, understand that you won’t be able to make a living by teaching yoga.” I took a deep breath and I lowered my head. At this point I have learned to keep silent. Even though I had a quick thought suggesting that I could prove him differently.
What was the purpose of that declaration? Was he thinking about my future as a yoga instructor? Was he reflecting his own experience after many years of having his own temple? I never knew. I never asked.
I had a dream that week. I saw a huge icon of the mantra “Om” flying from space towards my forehead. The mantra crossed my third eye and I saw it printed in papers of different sizes and shapes with my name below. My conclusion, after I woke up was that perhaps teaching was not going to be enough to make a living, therefore I had to find a way to write about yoga.
I left the temple in Eagle Rock, after 9 months of Zen study and self inquiry. I moved to a little but very cozy flat in Glendale, California and I got a job, then two jobs, then three jobs and finally four jobs that allowed me to explore some talents: teaching, customer service and writing.
I got some of my articles published in a national newspaper and two local magazines. I realized I also had to communicate the dharma - the teachings of Buddha, Truth, Universal Law - through videos, music, dance and my entire life. Yoga was a constant practice. Yoga was a living energy that fired up my thoughts, my words, my moves. Oh boy! I really moved: roller blading , driving, walking, running and almost flying from class to class! I learned to receive the messages from the Universe with braveness and enjoy what each day offered without expectations.
Today I was driving to my office job listening to San Diego’s jazz station. Mindfully, I allowed my mind wander trying just to “be” in the middle of the traffic at 7:30 am in the 52 freeway. Suddenly, the words of Reverend Watanabe echoed in my head: “Sofia, understand that you won’t be able to make a living by teaching yoga”.
-Yes, Reverend, maybe you are right. After 10 years of teaching I haven’t made a living only by teaching yoga, I have had many jobs and experienced lots of abundance, great memories and true friends.
ありがとう
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Tal vez el Reverendo Watanabe tenía razón.
Por Sofia P. Webber
Iba caminando por la calle del templo principal, en dirección a mi habitación, cuando de repente mi maestro Zen apareció delante de mí. Con su acento japonés y moviendo ligeramente su barba única, se mantuvo firme y dijo: "Sofía, entienda que no se puede ganar la vida enseñando yoga". Tomé una respiración profunda y bajé la cabeza. En ese momento ya había aprendido a quedarme en silencio. Sin embargo, un pensamiento repentino me sugirió que yo podría demostrarle lo contrario.
¿Cuál fue el propósito de esa declaración? ¿Estaba pensando en mi futuro como instructora de yoga? ¿Estaba reflejando su propia experiencia después de muchos años de tener su propio templo? Nunca supe. Nunca le pregunté.
Tuve un sueño esa semana. Vi un gran icono del mantra "Om" volar desde el espacio hacia la frente. El mantra cruzó mi tercer ojo y lo vi impreso en papeles de diferentes tamaños y formas con mi nombre a un lado. Mi conclusión, después de que me desperté, fue que tal vez enseñar no iba a ser suficiente para ganarme la vida, por lo tanto, tenía que encontrar la manera de escribir sobre yoga.
Me mudé del templo en Eagle Rock, después de 9 meses de estudio Zen e investigación interna. Me mudé a un pequeño, pero muy acogedor apartamento en Glendale, California, y conseguí un trabajo, luego dos, luego tres y, finalmente, cuatro, que me permitieron explorar algunos talentos: la docencia, servicio al cliente y la escritura.
Mis artículos fueron publicados en un diario de circulación nacional y dos revistas locales. Me di cuenta también que tenía que comunicar el dharma - las enseñanzas de Buda, la Verdad, la Ley Universal- a través de videos, música, danza y mi vida entera.
Yoga es una práctica constante. Yoga es la energía viviente de mis pensamientos, mis palabras, mis movimientos. ¡Oh mi Dios! Si que me moví: en patines, carro, a pie, corría y casi volaba de clase en clase! Aprendí a recibir los mensajes del Universo con valentía y a disfrutar de lo que ofrecía cada día sin expectativas.
Hoy estaba conduciendo a mi trabajo de oficina escuchando la estación de jazz de San Diego. Conscientemente, permití que mi mente divagara tratando simplemente de "estar" en medio del tráfico a las 7:30 am en la autopista 52. De repente, las palabras del reverendo Watanabe hicieron eco en mi cabeza: "Sofía, entienda que no se puede ganar la vida enseñando yoga".
-Sí, Reverendo, a lo mejor tiene razón. Después de 10 años de docencia no me he ganado la vida únicamente enseñando yoga, he tenido muchos puestos de trabajo y he experimentado abundancia, recuerdos maravillosos y buenos amigos.
あ り が と う
Today my Shiwido producer gave me 10 samples of the new Shiwido made with paraglider fabric. Some of the pilots have old gliders that are no longer safe to fly and they storage them in their garages or boxes. I am collecting the "old glider wings" to turn them into SHWIDO™ TOYS that you can fly by only moving your arms. This exercise will work out your upper body and the balance between the left and the right hemispheres of your brain. It is awesome how much strength, balance and coordination you can develop with only 5 minutes of playing with Shiwido™.
From today on, your paraglider wing can fly with another shape, like you when you leave this physical body!
I am happy to have people donating the gliders instead of trashing them. I believe Shiwido™ is the toy with exercise in mind and it makes exercise fun! The cost of Shiwido™ is not that cheap even though the materials are recyclable, the process of converting the glider into the toy requieres a lot of time and in this society time is money. One day time can be LOVE, but that is another subject.
Thanks for donating your old glider and I hope we can fly Shiwido™, the flag of the new mind!
From today on, your paraglider wing can fly with another shape, like you when you leave this physical body!
I am happy to have people donating the gliders instead of trashing them. I believe Shiwido™ is the toy with exercise in mind and it makes exercise fun! The cost of Shiwido™ is not that cheap even though the materials are recyclable, the process of converting the glider into the toy requieres a lot of time and in this society time is money. One day time can be LOVE, but that is another subject.
Thanks for donating your old glider and I hope we can fly Shiwido™, the flag of the new mind!
It is amazing when someone comes to me at the end of the class and tells me: "Sofia, I was not able to walk without my cane and look at me! Thanks!". I always say: "It is not me, it is you! Thank you! This healing process is the result of your commitment and discipline to come to the class, to learn to be.
What is te most difficult part of a class? The most tricky part is to be able to show up! Once you are there I will invite you to be there and let go.
The healing process will happen only if you are OPEN to it.
Come to class!
What is te most difficult part of a class? The most tricky part is to be able to show up! Once you are there I will invite you to be there and let go.
The healing process will happen only if you are OPEN to it.
Come to class!
Who Turns
by: Karen Maezen Miller
Who turns this into that? Sound into noise?
Aroma into odor? Taste into pleasure or disgust?
Who turns yes into no? Grace into unkindness?
Who turns the present into the past? Who turns the now into the not-now?
As-it-is into as-it-should-be?
Silence into boredom? Stillness into restlessness?
The ordinary into the menial?
Who turns pain into suffering? Change into loss?
Grief into woe? Woe into the story of your life?
Who turns stuff into sentiment? Desire into craving?
Acceptance into aversion?
Peace into war? Us into them?
Who turns life into labor? Time into toil?
Enough into not-enough?
Who turns why into why not?
Who turns delusion into enlightenment?
Who thinks? Who feels? Who senses?
Who turns?
All practice is the practice of making a turn in a different Direction.
by: Karen Maezen Miller
Who turns this into that? Sound into noise?
Aroma into odor? Taste into pleasure or disgust?
Who turns yes into no? Grace into unkindness?
Who turns the present into the past? Who turns the now into the not-now?
As-it-is into as-it-should-be?
Silence into boredom? Stillness into restlessness?
The ordinary into the menial?
Who turns pain into suffering? Change into loss?
Grief into woe? Woe into the story of your life?
Who turns stuff into sentiment? Desire into craving?
Acceptance into aversion?
Peace into war? Us into them?
Who turns life into labor? Time into toil?
Enough into not-enough?
Who turns why into why not?
Who turns delusion into enlightenment?
Who thinks? Who feels? Who senses?
Who turns?
All practice is the practice of making a turn in a different Direction.
Author: SOFIA PUERTA
I believe in the power of words. Let our actions speak for us.
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