Farewell Mysore

Tomorrow is our last day in Mysore. Before we head back to Sweden, we decided to spend one day in a small village outside of Mysore, called Srirangapatna. We will stay at an old colonial-style villa, famously restored by an artistic spanish lady of 85, who welcomes guests wanting to escape the city buzz  and looking to indulge in fabulous own-grown organic food.  We will take full advantage of the last chance to soak up some sun, swim in the river and simply relax.

I am struggling with the fact that my month at PAVI (Sheshadri's shala) is over.  To be honest, I am not ready to leave. It feels like I just started.  Seems, I have just found my rythm here, even allowed for the comfort of routine to creap in.

 I will miss the honest, straightforward approach to yoga, which is oftentimes lacking in the west.  I will miss Sheshadri's famous intense adjustments. I will miss the amazing shavasana adjustments, his walking on the spine and his grueling backbending routines. I have felt nothing but pure trust in his teaching skills and his deep knowledge of the body. Most of all I have been inspired by finding a teacher who not only teaches yoga, but lives yoga. 

Although I've learnt and grown in more ways than one during this month, the fact is, I have just started.  Some say, yoga takes many years to master. I think, one can never master yoga, it is not a goal we arrive at. It is rather a journey, a lifestyle we choose in attempt come closer to who we trully are.   I feel blessed to have found this path to self and look forward to the lessons I have yet to learn.

Asatoma Sadgamaya

Tamasoma Jyotirgamaya

Mrutyorma Amritangamaya

OM Shanti Shanti Shanti