tada drashtuh svarupe avasthanam tada drashtuh svarupe avasthanamYoga Sutras of Patanjali, 1.3 tada = then (at the time of meditation)drashtuh = the selfsvarupe = own formavasthanam = settling, resting Intellectually I’m not really sure what this one means, which is why the picture is a bit undefined and abstract! Though deep down I’m sure we… Continue reading Yoga Sutra Illustration 1.3
1.2 yogas citta vrtti nirodhah yogas citta vrtti nirodhahYoga Sutras of Patanjali, 1.2 yogas = yoga (is)citta = thoughtsvrtti = whirlpool, wavesnirodhah = supress, restrain I often get the feeling I don’t want to restrain things – wanting everything to be free! But yoga in this sutra feels to me like a natural quelling of… Continue reading Yoga Sutra Illustration 1.2
1.1. atha yoga anushasanam I’m going to try and post an illustration of each yoga sutra every Monday, expressing what it means to me in that moment :)Here is the first one! atha yoga anushasanamYoga Sutras of Patanjali, 1.1 atha = nowyoga = yogaanushasanam = practice/teachings In this picture, the mat represents discipline and showing… Continue reading Yoga Sutra Illustration 1.1
During the Summer of 2019, I was sitting in Hanushka Coffee House on George St in Hastings with Dan (we call it the "book cafe" and they do amazing lattes and paninis and have shelves of books you can read) and was looking through one of their books with a page about Batemans (Jacobean house… Continue reading London
Been wanting to use some colour pencils that need sharpening for a while. They are chunkier than the standard size, I had a large size pencil sharpener for them but it got broken when the bag it was in got caught in my bicycle wheel when I was cycling to a yoga lesson through Toyama… Continue reading Colour Pencils
While walking along Hastings beachfront with my nephew, I asked him "How do you know if the past and future exist if you can't see them? Where are they?" and he replied "Don't be such an idiot, Grace!! just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't there!" D’ye see, after allowing a little… Continue reading The Unseen
While staying with my family in the UK this summer, I was rather taken with this translation of the Upanishads by Shree Purohit Swami and W. B. Yeats which I found on my stepdad's book shelf. Especially the first few lines: That is perfect. This is perfect. Perfect comes from perfect. Take perfect from perfect,… Continue reading Perfect
When I was taking Dan to school this morning, he suddenly shouted 'Dappled light!' when he saw some created by the tree leaf shadows and the sun. It reminded me of one of the few poems I remember from school which I quite like - Pied Beauty Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89) GLORY be to God… Continue reading Dappled Things
