Everyone still breathing? Numbers in Belgium is not looking so pretty. Don't know what it means, I try my best to not watch the news, it makes me insecure. I listen to friends and family and get the filtered version, and from there I try to find the truth, maybe this is modern hippie thinking, probably. I keep focusing on the things I think I have control of and do my best in those and not those that are out of my area of influence.
This week I have been learning a longboarding. Thank you Ellen for teaching me and lending me a board to play with. I've been making the streets of Antwerp a bit more dangerous. The only other time I tried being on a board was a surfboard in Portugal, that time I ended up more under the board than over it. It's good fun being on the longboard and feeling like a child and finding some escape and happiness in moments like this. It feels free and I am far from being fast or stable or doing tricks but it's fun to learn something new. Be a total beginner at something. Of course it's beautiful to see how other people are good with it. Maybe one day I can do more than go on down a little hill, or at least learn how to break, instead of jumping off the board, or maybe do that with a bit of grace. But hey, I haven't broken my face yet or any important body part. So I'd like to keep it at that.
That and doing bring penny up, bring penny down plank challenge and learning to handstand. Let's just say come Friday my body was broken and totally tired. And a totally different body. I still probably don't know what it means to be stiff, but these activities gives me an idea how other people's body can feel like. I think it's a very interesting process. I feel like it's a different body, same practice, same me but different and it keeps it very interesting.
Somehow everyone is getting used to this, I quite enjoy having the city as my playground, reeking havoc with my longboard (no not really, I'm quite safe and I ride super slow, maybe this is also dangerous, hihi). Sleeping later, with these beautiful days, I just have to make the most of it. Eating yummy Belgian chocolate. Being like a child in this big playground. Of course, without disregard to those suffering this endeavour and those fighting in the front lines. This is not easy for everyone and we can only try to give our best. Keep the faith alive and send good energy to those who need it.
So I continue practicing with you. Sharing the online mysorespace, seeing your smiles through these trying times. Learning in this new ways. keeping the hopes high. That's the best I can do at this time. Being a good mysore style teacher, to me, means - you end up with no students because you teach them how to do it themselves. It's not good for business, I guess I was never really a good businesswoman. But I am happy to see students and friends managing their practice and being strong through all of this and balancing their way through these time. And I keep being there. If they need me, happy to help them and being helped by them. I am not anyone's teacher, if anything I am lucky to be everyone's student. To be honest, I learn a lot more from all of this and I am really grateful. We are all walking the same way, we might as well lend a hand when we can, for now no contact hands, but you know what I mean, support for the support.
We keep practice, we keep learning, we keep balancing, we try to be as graceful and thankful as we can. Volhouden, stay brave, stay beautiful.
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