Inhale the future, exhale the past

<< You are not here only to train your body, this is the moment for you to look inside >>, with this sentence today Tania, the yoga teacher, opened to an entire class crammed with experienced and less experienced yogis who were by that time suffering in silence a 3 minutes pose, while the muscles of the legs and arms lengthened more and more. The pain has not disappeared, the feeling that every muscle fiber was stretching, loosening even excessively, simply gave its way to another thought. My brain took the lead and focused on inner reflection thus overlapping the pain of stretching.

Looking inward is one of the least common things during the day. Committed as we are to pursuing our responsibilities, schedules, our commitments and those of others, the expectations we have about ourselves, we lose sight of the listening. We are there for a friend who needs advice, or for a colleague who needs to let off steam after an argument with a superior, but we don't allow ourselves 20 minutes of silence to listen to what our own body has to tell us. Doing it during the yoga class, really concentrating for 3 minutes not on pain and fatigue, but on what my inner 'I' was telling me at that moment, was an unexpected goal. An emotion that did not last just 3 minutes of exercise. A feeling that I carry around all day. A feeling of neither good humor nor indifference: a neutral, balanced state of mind, as I believe it should be every day.

I am committed to giving my time and myself the privilege of understanding how much I simply need myself. To gradually open my mind and not just my arms, to let my skin breathe in well-being.

From the window I observe the first drops of autumn rain and free my spirit to accept the beauty of this grey sky.

Comments

Ricongiungersi

Ricongiungersi con chi, con cosa? Dopo 7 settimane di isolamento in cui a fasi alterne hai pianto riso cucinato vomitato versato lacrime e rabbia o sorrisi e buon umore, yoga o corsa, pasta o riso, carne pesce o divento vegetariana....ricongiungermi è l’unica cosa che voglio adesso. Io che viaggiavo sempre e sempre pi ù lontano perchè senn ò che gusto c’è ad andare dove posso andare in qualsiasi momento...ora voglio solo tornare dalla mia famiglia, restare appisolata sul dondolo a guardare le formiche trasportare palle pesantissime in lunghissime file. O giocare a racchettoni con lei in spiaggia quando il sole sparisce dietro Stromboli . O semplicemente svegliarmi, ‘scendere gi ù’ e afferrare un fico dal frigo mentre mamma mi prepara il caffè, che lo posso fare da sola ma se lo prepara lei è sempre pi ù buono. Ci dev’essere un segreto che non vuole svelare, nel suo caffè perchè non mi viene mai cos ì . Guardo voli e regole e Schengen e qui s ì l ì non ci ...

25 April, quarantine, I resist

Questo è il fiore del Partigiano morto per la libertà. This is the flower of the Partisan who died for freedom. For all of us. The song says that partisan wants to be buried up there on the mountains so that his death makes sense. So the people who pass will remember what the partisan died for. Let's not forget to celebrate the memory of this day. That April 25th is an important date for Italians. That April 25th is the opposition to a regime. That April 25th is the Italian liberation. Simple words, perhaps not suitable for a blog. But as heavy as rocks. For everyone, even if political propaganda is being done today for anything, this is a very important day. Democracy, the one that gives you the chance to express your opinion, even you do not sing Bella Ciao , and which I respect, is born with the blood of our ancestors. You who vote, you who organize yourself into associations, you do it thanks to those who fought before you, to have these rights. Freedom is not a...

Dreams and nostalgia

Would I be trivial if I tell you about the nostalgia for the scent of sesame buns? The sesame in Sicily is called giuggiulena and was imported by the Arabs. From them it was learned to cultivate it and to use it for example to prepare the cubbaita , a crunchy sesame with honey and almond chips. In fact, its name comes from quibbiat , almond, in Arabic, beautiful. Almonds, those of the almond trees blooming in Agrigento, sway in the wind while you watch the 'Bacchantes' from the arena of the Greek theater. This Greek theater, which the Greeks called the Concordia theater, stands in a valley full of other temples that looks like a movie set. And in fact in a film you feel when you are sitting on the same benches for millennia. Or when, soaking your feet on Stromboli sea, sipping a soda, you watch the lava slowly descending on the sea. The sea, from which they catch swordfish from the second century BC. Fish with swords... more a movy than this !? The same sea that d...

coffeepoliticsandthecity

Search This Blog