Four intense training days of Katonah Yoga. A great concept based on Taoist theory, geometry, magic, mythology, metaphor, and imagination.
A body in an asana becomes origami, form becomes function, and measurement becomes key.
My body was challenged, naming rather basic postures can’t do’s, while granting me break-throughs in poses I never imagined I could ever do. Yes, I had my feet behind my head, shoulders and arms in front. Ups.
My mind was flipping between an overload of information, chaos and structure. Love and hate, happiness and frustration. Struggles and insights. The entire bloody package.
Loads of stuff to absorb and integrate, input for my own growth as well as my teachings. Lots to work with and I’m keen to do so. However, it was rather a surprise to feel kind of confirmed, that my Ashtanga home practice is my perfect match. It showed me what Ashtanga did for me, through me, with me, during the last couple of years. A huge transformation. Which is supposed to go on, with new options to organize myself – my stability, ability and imagination.
Every method, every approach has its individual beauty, there is no right or wrong; however, it always feels so good to add some new ingredients to the meal.