Every Morning at 6:30 I get up and go the temple. I do prostrations, circle the temple with my prayer beads in my hand while praying, then meditation. 250 Prostrations this morning. 130,150, 220 and today 250. Although my stomach and my legs are burning, I kept on increasing the prostrations. Up and down, and up and down, 250 times, while holding different Intentions in my heart.
May all living beings be free from illusion and suffering self created or caused. May they live a healthy, meaningful life, filled with Joy and love.
May my words, actions and presence contribute in every way to their happiness.
Circling the temple I pray different buddhist or sanskrit Mantras while using my prayer beads.
In the Picture it´s Palsang, one of my new tibetan monk friends. He showed me how to do the practices, now I go alone. Now I teach him english.
May all living beings be free from illusion and suffering self created or caused. May they live a healthy, meaningful life, filled with Joy and love.
May my words, actions and presence contribute in every way to their happiness.
Circling the temple I pray different buddhist or sanskrit Mantras while using my prayer beads.
In the Picture it´s Palsang, one of my new tibetan monk friends. He showed me how to do the practices, now I go alone. Now I teach him english.
In school I do acting exercises focusing on the conversational part, with my lovely students. As I have seen that many of them are too shy to speak in front of the class, but have potential I had the idea to offer them individual conversation classes of 15minutes each, one at a time. Like this they really get to practice and speak the language, without feeling ashamed to make a mistake in front of the whole class.
The charity for them is a great chance to get English classes for a very reasonable price on a very good level. This is all they learn here. English. The most basic education you can get to survive in an ongoing evolving world. It´s really necessary to empower them, so they get at least this.
They all are either refugees or children born here of former Tibetan refugees.
My other monk friend Pedme from Buthan, is teaching me Tibetan in return which is quite hard, but beautiful. I do my best not to suck too much....
The Charity also has a nursing sector where Tibetan girls can get a profession as a nurse. Mostly paid by western donors who sponsor their career. They know about Tibetan medicine, traditional massages and cures. The girls are so warmhearted and cute you can not imagine. Tibetans in general have not lost their soul. They are all warmhearted, have a beautiful sense of humor and are never superficial nor selfish. They have not lost the human values which I can´t find in the west very often.
Being kind, loving, generous, warmhearted and compassionate in the west often times, is being misunderstood as flirtation or even worst misinterpreted as a sign of weakness , because it has become so rare. Here it´s the way to be and live with each other.
The rain is still very hard. every day for hours and hours. I got used to damp clothes and low hygienic standards. I went already through my first Foodpoising for 48 hours with fever, hospital and all that, a week ago. Nothing can shock me anymore. One step closer to enlightenment. Foodposining is cleaning the body from toxins.
These two beautiful beings are one of the most precious gifts on this journey. Magda and Tenzin. Tenzin was the first one to teach us Tibetan and we are still trying to... We are a beautiful team. I am very grateful that we met again in this life time to spend this time together. Tenzin is just Tenzin. There is no other. Magda and I are constantly cracking up. The way he speaks, what he speaks, just everything about him is unique. He is really the embodiment of a buddhist. Always there for others, has the biggest heart ever for everybody, caring, warmhearted and lighthearted, funny. Magda became like a sister to me. We share similar stories and get along so well with one another, that I feel constantly blessed. The other day we went to a Yoga class. A sort of Indian Yoga Guru, teaching a weird class, which wasn´t in a nice flow like I know from my Jivamukti practice. This was almost a bit like in the army. "RELAX! BREATHE DEEP! STRECH!" No music, no spiritual talk, damp old mats in a dark damp basement. Only hippie westerners who come here to find themselves, eat Indian food and shop souvenirs. We experienced it, but realized that this is not for us...
Maybe another Yoga basement, but maybe not. I have realized that I am so spoiled from my Jivamukti practice, studio and method, that I guess it´s gonna get hard for me to find something that can keep up with that...I know, what a huge paradox that is, being in India and thinking about the Yoga studio in Berlin...
Namaste<3