Introverts and Mindfulness

“I’ve been practicing yoga for several years. At the end of every class is a five-minute relaxation, savasana. You lie on your back, in what some people call corpse pose, and let yourself completely relax. Easy, right? Yeah, except relaxing my mind. More often than not, my brain starts whirring furiously the moment we lie down, and the savasana ends before I’m even aware it’s going on. In one class, my teacher leads us through a relaxation, but sometimes I can barely hear her over my own thoughts.”

I can absolutely relate to this 100%! It feels so great to see that I’m not alone with this “problem” :) What about you?

The Cracked Pot ~ A beautiful methaphor

~A beautiful metaphor and reminder~

The Cracked Pot

A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house.

Thoughts on Judging Others

A few weeks ago, I started thinking about how people like to judge other people just by watching them or even only by hearing or ASSUMING things about them. It’s the story of my life as an introvert … I cannot tell you how often people said or thought that I was arrogant, sure of myself, unapproachable, and “out of their league (men),” because I am usually not a person who walks up to others and starts small talk. Truth is, I don’t particularly like small talk, I don’t like to be in the center of attention, and I hate to “bug” people, so I prefer to be and stay in my head most of the time ;-)

You’ve probably heard the saying “don’t judge a book by its cover,”

A beautiful metaphor for letting go

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“A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm.

Thoughts on our inability to help others when they aren’t ready …

Yesterday when I walked home from dinner with my family, a young man walked on the sidewalk towards me and another young woman who walked in front of me. The young man appeared drunk and under the influence of drugs, walking with his head down, stopping to take a deep breathe. As the woman in front of me passed him, she asked if he was okay and he responded “No, I haven’t been okay for a long time now” and kept walking. Interestingly, the woman and I kept walking and so did he.

I wondered what the woman thought in about his answer and why she kept on walking. Naturally, I asked myself the same questions. What could I have done differently in this moment? Why didn’t we/I stop him? Would I have been able to help him?

Thoughts on the Power of Positive Thinking & Gratitude

Good morning and happy Sunday!

I hope you all had a relatively cool and restful night?
I wanted to share a great moment with you that I had yesterday at the dentist. I actually just went to get a teeth cleaning but they found a little hole between two of my front teeth, so they ended up drilling.

They asked me if I want an anaesthetic injection but I said no for the first time. I simply wanted to test if meditation and positive thinking helps with dentist “pain management” as well. So they started drilling and I kept thinking that this isn’t so bad, there are much worse things out there, … I also thought about people I love, how lucky I am to have them in my life, about all the reasons

Sadness = Useful?

My dear Yogilators,
I was pondering on if I should post this or not but I decided that this is simply too beautiful not to.

I had a “not so good day” today and some tears started rolling down my face when I lied down on my pillow. When I got up to get a tissue, I saw what my tears had formed: this smiley! No kidding! I did not create this! I simply had to start smiling and laughing instantly, which made my day!

What did this remind me of? No need for tears, because there is always something to smile about :)

 

Thoughts on Perception – Life is really only what WE (want to) see

~Happy Sunday~

I hope you’ve had a pretty relaxing weekend so far with plenty of time to nourish your body and mind.

Yesterday, I was sitting at a rooftop cafe’ downtown watching people laughing, talking, arguing with each other. I started thinking about the phenomenon that things and our life in general is actually really just OUR own perception. We feel, smell, taste, hear, and see situations and things the way we want, influenced by past experience and our own cognitive processes.

Isn’t it incredible to think that the green tea I am drinking right now might taste totally different to you? Or the smell of my vanilla plant

Thoughts on Timing II – Why don’t we just do the things we always wanted to do NOW and not later?

“The trouble is, you think you have time.” Buddha

This is something I’ve been thinking about lately … there are so many things I said I wanted to do when my work gets less busy, when the summer is here, when I have more time etc.

And what have I done of all those things? To be honest, not many. I said I’d go to get my car washed as soon as the winter is over and then spring came, summer came, and I kept driving by the car wash

Never underestimate the power of kindness – A great reminder! “The cab ride I’ll never forget”

This is simply beautiful.

A great reminder to think before we speak/act, treat everyone like you would like to be treated, and to enjoy every minute of our lives because great moments can be found anytime and anywhere … especially when you least expect it 

“The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget” 

There was a time in my life twenty years ago when I was driving a cab for a living.
It was a cowboy’s life, a gambler’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss, constant movement and the thrill of a dice roll every time a new passenger got into the cab.
What I didn’t count on when I took the job was that it was also a ministry.
Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a rolling confessional. Passengers would