tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89805527016513649472024-02-23T02:17:34.529-08:00Innergylife BlogA space to express the inner landscape of feelings, ideas and creativityFaustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-41537284212093886512010-10-12T04:21:00.000-07:002010-10-12T04:21:43.749-07:00MC Yogi / "Vote for Hope"His words were the currency of evolution.<div>GET INVOLVED AND LIVE YOUR LIFE!<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/joiqxFHs3GM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/joiqxFHs3GM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/joiqxFHs3GM?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-19919363891788062252010-10-12T04:14:00.000-07:002010-10-12T04:14:50.239-07:00The Gandhi Rap - be the change u want to seeA wonderful tribute to a life dedicated to love and justice. I feel soooo close to Gandhi and keep asking myself: how can I change the world. God help me.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Qd-fAnHjPg?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Qd-fAnHjPg?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-68893889319826283422010-04-09T15:29:00.000-07:002010-04-09T16:19:23.402-07:00Felicitas got married ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDGUgJC9__6CcndGZ6NuwQnBfmka2l-sVMTVLWQ_WKCBlmHD-_XqHXS00xAsXNcPCvReOJjJ5KxbWvU6cy8CRBN9sXuas0QowMaJKdE6MVOIPQirGWyhQUZNtOuYHcaHgKSmi1Esm037J/s1600/FaUSTO-&-LIcia.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDGUgJC9__6CcndGZ6NuwQnBfmka2l-sVMTVLWQ_WKCBlmHD-_XqHXS00xAsXNcPCvReOJjJ5KxbWvU6cy8CRBN9sXuas0QowMaJKdE6MVOIPQirGWyhQUZNtOuYHcaHgKSmi1Esm037J/s320/FaUSTO-&-LIcia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458280257546852658" /></a><br />Back in the late 90' Yoga was an inspiring practice so full of insights and high on realisations. Many of my students ended up in a TTC (teachers training course) to prepare themselves for a teaching career. It was adventurous and, for some of them, rewarding. The London Health Clubs got filled with a new generation of good teachers who needed somewhere to practice. I did support my best team to refine their skills in these clubs because, under difficult circumstances, they had to prove themselves successful. Some of my close teachers had even further goals: they wanted to open Yoga Centres. One of them, Felicitas Kursh, married in London with a druid ceremony an american farmer and soon after settling in Ohio US opened a Yoga Centre. Amazing times ...Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-63016673475138006212010-02-25T17:15:00.001-08:002010-02-25T17:15:35.229-08:00Twilight ...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">As darkness was creeping in, my mind wandered back ... far back when my mother tucked me in bed and left the room, the window open and twilight fading into night. I felt so frightened staring at the darkening sky that was taking away from me the joys of the day, the games with friends and the warm touch of my mother. That fear mixed with sadness stayed with me for very long time, the end of something, the passing of time, the fading of a memory ... In my meditations, during my spiritual practice, I begun seeing the root and the meaning of that fear and realize that I had to face the primeval terror of death which was uncannily sabotaging my innate joy of living.I begun seeing that death happens in the now, at every moment that arises and falls out of my consciousness. It took me few years to clean my act and accept that 'what is just is' leading, through its death, to the birth of next one. For years I experienced the terror of the impermanence of my life, the frailty of memory, the ticking of the clocks ..</span>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-75550792825366093792010-01-31T03:55:00.000-08:002010-01-31T04:37:22.640-08:00My consuming quest ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoU_3DzErdj7YkteQT-SyKPMNzIj3_AtE0ngT3xH-bdNR8XctnNlgsJcwPcmhrhGZEPHK5JY5-80AZ-JKu-Fc9wb1hZUNmc7AxJwCSZ1EVaYk5RopfPcrbJjUiWWq5GFUztHtHmXeAsNk/s1600-h/Who-am-I---1972.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGoU_3DzErdj7YkteQT-SyKPMNzIj3_AtE0ngT3xH-bdNR8XctnNlgsJcwPcmhrhGZEPHK5JY5-80AZ-JKu-Fc9wb1hZUNmc7AxJwCSZ1EVaYk5RopfPcrbJjUiWWq5GFUztHtHmXeAsNk/s320/Who-am-I---1972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432881901027526098" /></a><br />My restless youth was governed by the consuming urge to find my place in life, to find the inner connection with myself. I couldn't remain still for long because sooner or later the burning reality within me would surface and propel me forward into a fresh search. My strong middle class conditioning to conform forced me into places and situations that would jar my deeper feelings and lead them to rebellion. "Who am I?' is still digging into the deepest part of me... will I know before my last breath?Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-79724163683843536762010-01-29T13:11:00.000-08:002010-01-29T13:42:59.613-08:00My first job in London ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSXsrro91hBU-lTj0RRBd_3Y8DISI-FVLBU3phAY0kT5t11Sp3eWXCg7R63J6j1Wal95JsHhqU_DB3FF0W47JCzWZWBicGMl2vvqvKrRzl3ehB-Rq8_xF9KCKCnou-tsXz1R5aBEvzw_r/s1600-h/fausto-1969.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSXsrro91hBU-lTj0RRBd_3Y8DISI-FVLBU3phAY0kT5t11Sp3eWXCg7R63J6j1Wal95JsHhqU_DB3FF0W47JCzWZWBicGMl2vvqvKrRzl3ehB-Rq8_xF9KCKCnou-tsXz1R5aBEvzw_r/s320/fausto-1969.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432280046285763650" /></a><br /><div>It was 1969 when I became officially a professional photographer. I had finally achieved what I wanted to be for some troubled years. London was buzzing and so was the blood in my veins. I was still living in a bedsit in Kensington Old Brompton Road. A house I loved deeply and where I had so much fun photographing the various characters sharing it with me. The tiny room had my enlarger on a table, a gas ring on the floor for my food and the chemicals to process and print the films stored under my bed. Whenever I had visitors I would burn incense</div><div>to cover the smell of chemicals. Money was scarce but life intense...</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-19449646806206195782010-01-26T12:00:00.000-08:002010-01-26T12:55:07.188-08:00January ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5loNEytpJEDOkRmUCHBPOZl3D2cMg-VlUISX4Z-We5YvCGI4QYtZnzM5B6lBxJAHMckl2lVr9j5AcMR0PHmOX3Zbj-LiwC5ijD_45R8SELhAktICKXYuzbCcdVHPSu2CeteSeKHQMiyh3/s1600-h/fausto-in-January.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5loNEytpJEDOkRmUCHBPOZl3D2cMg-VlUISX4Z-We5YvCGI4QYtZnzM5B6lBxJAHMckl2lVr9j5AcMR0PHmOX3Zbj-LiwC5ijD_45R8SELhAktICKXYuzbCcdVHPSu2CeteSeKHQMiyh3/s320/fausto-in-January.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431154897121978098" /></a><br />January is always such a difficult month, demanding and confusing. I feel that I should be doing more and faster to embrace the promising new year. Lots of expectations and few results, unfortunately. A ghostly shadow is following me around everywhere I go, a kind of miserable alter ego, who is awaiting for the chance to trip me and ruin my act. I have not been able to get to my computer and write to my blog, in fact, because I feel pretty empty with little to say and even replying to emails is a gigantic task of concentration. Well ...the end of the month is in sight.<div><br /></div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-30042494538932839092010-01-21T04:49:00.000-08:002010-01-28T08:03:49.249-08:00Love ....As the old saying goes, my life begun at 40. It really did. Can one imagine a grown professional man, a photographer with a large business of his own, living at the creative edge of life, a wild youth of pain and joy ... realising, almost suddenly, that his past existence had been to him virtually meaningless and that the only reality left from it was a giant hole in the heart? At 40 the DarkHole begun to heal ....Yoga appeared in the horizon and a fresh chapter manifested. The expansion of my consciousness took me to devour spiritual books,<div>astrology, psychology and begun asking deep questions. I became aware that I had never been able to Love. I mean that openness inside, that warmth generated by accepting, that willingness to understand. I grew up in post-WW3 Rome where the daily reality were fear, sorrow, martyrdom, frustration, resentment, anger, and life was lived at a survival level. My family had been gradually drained of feelings through the experience of war.</div><div>What to expect? Where would I learn about love? ....</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-72406295334276999112009-12-31T09:27:00.000-08:002009-12-31T09:34:24.564-08:002010 ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHF3IbbrxnKXxDNQmUvNYIqPxQt0oNT-CF93WMUl-FwREUbB-DRbGrdDNPvuMJkrtPGCeUNmsOHbdIDlE_8VZ9-Ue9x5GbL_lBs0Wuz_d-9fRb-ByDA46WhNhjua8fBMdhcPww3KTSbxVv/s1600-h/Xmas+2009.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHF3IbbrxnKXxDNQmUvNYIqPxQt0oNT-CF93WMUl-FwREUbB-DRbGrdDNPvuMJkrtPGCeUNmsOHbdIDlE_8VZ9-Ue9x5GbL_lBs0Wuz_d-9fRb-ByDA46WhNhjua8fBMdhcPww3KTSbxVv/s320/Xmas+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421454933182960370" /></a><br />With the experience of the past, live in the present. Travel light without the weight of worries and fears rooted in the past. Face situations and decisions in the light of your reason.<div>I wish all of you, friends and students, an aware 2010.</div><div>2009 is ending for me in a psychedelic stream of memories and dreams ....</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-25773731901842166002009-12-22T15:25:00.000-08:002009-12-22T16:43:06.772-08:00Doubts and Devotion ...As I grew increasingly more aware of who I really was, I found that help in keeping me on the path I had<div>embraced was constantly appearing from nowhere. People crossing my life, practical advices, synchronicity, serendipity, inspirations and dreams all conspired to keep me going often despite myself. Swamiji used to tell us that a true path of self discovery, where devotion to the Ultimate Truth is unwavering, protects us from any negative obstacles and grows in us a sense of invincibility during our life experiences. Doubts dissolve faced with the devotional loyalty to our inner reality, our deepest feelings. Many times I found myself in tears when some emotional mountain had to be climbed, tears of resistance, tears of anger and tears of fear. Once in the Canadian ashram of Val Morin I walked to a place where Swamiji used to land a small plane, called the 'airstrip', a lonely spot above the camp. I was taking part to the Teacher's Course and experiencing a very strong resistance to the teachings and massive doubts whether I would be able to finish the course. Soon, I found myself sitting in lotus by the little forest of trees at the top of the airstrip. The landscape was awesome: massive sky, vast land. I felt overwhelmed and tears begun pouring out of me like a torrent. 'Swamiji help me' I was repeating like a mantra " I am 40 year old and I have wasted my life. I cannot go back to my old ways, I feel deeply hurt by them, and I do not know where I am going, no idea what is ahead of me". An hour or two went by and when I got up to return I felt empty, emotionally drained, very weak on my legs.Within me, by contrast, a strength I never experienced before had appeared: I felt an immense love and a deep, deep gratitude. I could never find out for what: it just was. Any doubt had drastically vanished and I never looked back since that event.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-44587281673915695702009-12-15T15:48:00.000-08:002009-12-16T16:52:53.166-08:00Christmas ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSD4AC2eIFbF9J0e2YVrB9q780NxuNJ_8Ziw5T5_NTVgxag_2KUTt3Neqxg1pRBajptk-0ZnnbwdcARwq6wSfBwGs3nfASdyBhoY8RBjdcEWDaOsn8TLAE2xVNSebGmghMNsrMqC7_Npk/s1600-h/med-in-bahamas.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSD4AC2eIFbF9J0e2YVrB9q780NxuNJ_8Ziw5T5_NTVgxag_2KUTt3Neqxg1pRBajptk-0ZnnbwdcARwq6wSfBwGs3nfASdyBhoY8RBjdcEWDaOsn8TLAE2xVNSebGmghMNsrMqC7_Npk/s320/med-in-bahamas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415818969082548274" /></a><br />We've got to the end of another year. Looking back to my past Christmases I see the ones I spent with my teacher Swami Vishnu in the Bahamas shining brighter than all others. I was working in the ashram as a teacher, as a cook as a shop manager and as a photographer. I was in my early forty and a professional man yet I felt like a teenager on his first trips abroad. I would spend 2 and half months in Paradise Island and back in London at the beginning of March where my studio team was waiting for me to resume my photographic work/projects. Every year I grew happier and healthier after those months spent close to Swamiji's powerful teachings on Hatha, Spirituality, the philosophy of Yoga lifestyle. After the whole day spent on karma yoga duties, often without stopping, I would collapse in bed at around 10:30 and fall asleep before hitting the pillow. It was such a novel experience for me to be so physically involved and so motivated to inspire the student guests of the ashram to explore a different lifestyle and allow the emergence of new horizons in their minds and visions. I discovered a level of love in me I never suspected I could be capable of. All my life I struggled with the lack of that feeling, the warm feeling of being meaningful, the feeling of belonging. My surprise was that I found that love by cooking food for a couple hundred people, sweeping floors and selling t-shirts and spiritual souvenirs in a ramshackled place by the caribbean seas... What happened to my glorious, high powered, creative photographic career? ....Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-63853493532375180102009-11-12T12:44:00.000-08:002009-11-15T05:24:11.978-08:00Faith ..."If you have faith in me I will be with you all the time and raise your vibrations to a higher level" my teacher was constantly telling us in his talks after morning meditation. Having faith is like keeping a door open and let energy in and out without filtering it. The object of faith may change till it reaches the depth of one's feelings and finds<div>the Soul, the Spirit, the Essence of one's Reality. Soooo, the point is : have faith in yourSelf and make it the end of a journey. There is nowhere else you need to be but in the warm hug of 'faith in yourSelf'. Negative thoughts lower your vibrations and keep you locked in your heavy emotions as in a vicious circle. Faith is like a hand that pulls you higher on a different bandwidth lifting you from the quicksands of negativity.</div><div><br /></div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-54015936082100130412009-11-12T06:40:00.000-08:002009-11-12T07:48:00.757-08:00Awakening ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHeHjxwoQQapyfoulgliARJ7GM8TSsqGcLrRycYJXpMep2Px-T_zoVkUXICw7vtqmlubgrG3ahMPnN4KPBL0O766Mz1IkVkj6ngPEDzI8fFa-4AMLK5ygYBtJTsDdaKn9hTzJNiUBDVbCT/s1600-h/WOW.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHeHjxwoQQapyfoulgliARJ7GM8TSsqGcLrRycYJXpMep2Px-T_zoVkUXICw7vtqmlubgrG3ahMPnN4KPBL0O766Mz1IkVkj6ngPEDzI8fFa-4AMLK5ygYBtJTsDdaKn9hTzJNiUBDVbCT/s320/WOW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403244316168681426" /></a><br />I feel it is so important to grow the ability to witness (observe) one's feelings and one's actions with detachment: a step removed from the experience of them. Only then one can assess their value with clear objectivity.<div>Without detachment one has to wait for time to pass and wait for the benefit of hindsight. I always felt a sense of<br /><div>anxiety in looking back at past events and realise that, with the vision of hindsight, I had not understood them and, worst of all, acted blinded by my misguided emotions. I always cringed at the fact that I was continuously missing the point and again, worst of all, of my ignorance of doing it. My life, as it happens, has been this far a long series of mistakes, misunderstandings, sadness, arrogance and violence. It all changed when Yoga begun to expand my consciousness: my anxiety turned into determination. I would never let a moment pass without the awareness of it and fully accepting the responsibility for it. I often cannot believe that my intelligence did not help me then to see the enormous crevices in my attitudes, the ignorance of my assumptions and on ... so long went by before I realised that my very intelligence was the problem, my mind. I desperately needed intelligence in my feelings, that compassion ...</div><div>Since my awakening, life lit up for me and a growing flow of enthusiasm begun to irrigate my feelings and motivate my actions. What a change, man!</div></div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-25201709684272260432009-11-06T10:11:00.000-08:002009-11-06T11:20:12.855-08:00Back in action ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHTDq0apmj4Z7ppMKxrNcOSNsKs3pnn67eX6EV0SzMSwetHeZBfjIZ-4hlTJzMGm1mnB7Tt1UURwg7TNcLhl_rEtMGMkPXBAIbyA3A88Ko8WdhPogTNUI9KlNI63R2vTU8Xp_9UQ5sjIN/s1600-h/distress.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcHTDq0apmj4Z7ppMKxrNcOSNsKs3pnn67eX6EV0SzMSwetHeZBfjIZ-4hlTJzMGm1mnB7Tt1UURwg7TNcLhl_rEtMGMkPXBAIbyA3A88Ko8WdhPogTNUI9KlNI63R2vTU8Xp_9UQ5sjIN/s320/distress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401072108936095250" /></a><br />Last two months have been quite intense and have kept me away from the blog. After my summer break I felt a need to deepen my practice and refine my teaching ability in order to achieve more efficacy for my students.<div>Teaching for me is a job that has to be performed with the highest skill possible and has to produce results.</div><div>My motivation, my call, is a complete different affair. Yoga, in its deepest form, is my life. I am totally committed to the evolution of my consciousness as I have an insight into the stages to be apprehended. When I stepped into my first yoga class at the Sivananda Centre in Albany st. many years ago, I knew my life would be turned upside down, literally. I was 42. I gradually faded my photographic career and begun following my teacher in his various ashrams. Two wives and three kids later, I settled my body in Notting Hill and begun sharing my experience</div><div>hoping to make enough of a living to be able to dedicate my efforts entirely to my spiritual evolution.</div><div>My quest was, and in part still is, "how can a modern man achieve liberation and live a successful life as a man, as a partner, as a professional and as a citizen ?" ...</div><div><br /><div> </div></div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-20459898533682154872009-09-16T08:22:00.000-07:002009-09-29T07:23:26.424-07:00Sunset in motion ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkf71zdJLf5PpS6nk_CW5hYZqmDaTvYVVe1xLvu2EBDAReRTrbiLoNKMy2gP3RjLnROPA3mhGzGS9pxU8T8cpPjyz0zqq28VjgbzRiRaDXKGMDQqdk6vrq_ZUsDGD7jNXYCmzL1dSIwoKN/s1600-h/sunset-in-Sabina.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkf71zdJLf5PpS6nk_CW5hYZqmDaTvYVVe1xLvu2EBDAReRTrbiLoNKMy2gP3RjLnROPA3mhGzGS9pxU8T8cpPjyz0zqq28VjgbzRiRaDXKGMDQqdk6vrq_ZUsDGD7jNXYCmzL1dSIwoKN/s320/sunset-in-Sabina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386894693786484194" /></a><br /><br />Some moments are so special ....<div>fleeting instants forever engraved in my memory.</div><div>The engine is roaring but my heart is still.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-75981268433615604592009-08-30T11:10:00.000-07:002009-08-30T11:24:47.771-07:00The value of practice ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFOKeQlM7sT0kMirZwLwDipkBmE3nNLhti2Jrf2neNpdNLQVgUnTtHiamNqJsReKNzF2b7sMF_voTwds4Oz4qGB3dZGA0lD47Oe3s0NzZdqvopCQ_gVE5uylxOvLNE9tQmzt-0iA4cGpe/s1600-h/0002528.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFOKeQlM7sT0kMirZwLwDipkBmE3nNLhti2Jrf2neNpdNLQVgUnTtHiamNqJsReKNzF2b7sMF_voTwds4Oz4qGB3dZGA0lD47Oe3s0NzZdqvopCQ_gVE5uylxOvLNE9tQmzt-0iA4cGpe/s320/0002528.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375824482416887842" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div style="clear: none; ">I am pleased of this recent flurry of activity within Innergy.</div><div style="clear: none; ">I feel like the work I have been doing in the Centre is continuing to be real and effective.</div><div style="clear: none; ">The Yoga I am sharing is about relationship: how to relate to the environment that surrounds us</div><div style="clear: none; ">in the most effective way. How to relate in a community, how to relate as a human being.</div><div style="clear: none; ">The function of a Yoga Centre is to bring together people who practice relating to their bodies,</div><div style="clear: none; ">feelings and minds in order to operate in a wider world with a sense of fullfilment.</div><div style="clear: none; ">It is important, therefore, to participate and contribute to a community based on truer values</div><div style="clear: none; ">and more spontaneous exchanges.</div><div style="clear: none; ">One practices by partecipating.</div><div style="clear: none; ">One practices by experiencing togetherness.</div><div style="clear: none; ">One practices by accepting and value others.</div><div style="clear: none; ">One practices by letting the energy of one's feelings flow without judgements.</div><div style="clear: none; ">One practices by....loving.</div><div style="clear: none; ">((((((omshantihugs))))))</div><div style="clear: none; "><br /></div><div><br /></div></span>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-60938961609932464252009-08-28T11:59:00.000-07:002009-08-28T12:03:45.399-07:00Sunsets ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KUMJOCCqaFYlQXxjPU5i53Flgt8yEk_MHEyLCm-iMWe2ijBkmHu0RxfYfQ7nL6dLJQevTcnHsqBy_YckcR84FDpvmzH9Z40UDW5WYMEQsB9qipVMS_b8OwH1TFiM_x8oyfugZYHWJVHT/s1600-h/villaggio-hut.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7KUMJOCCqaFYlQXxjPU5i53Flgt8yEk_MHEyLCm-iMWe2ijBkmHu0RxfYfQ7nL6dLJQevTcnHsqBy_YckcR84FDpvmzH9Z40UDW5WYMEQsB9qipVMS_b8OwH1TFiM_x8oyfugZYHWJVHT/s320/villaggio-hut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375091847702546770" /></a> why are sunsets so moving wherever one is in the world?Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-81059523079975986812009-08-26T02:33:00.000-07:002009-08-26T03:35:22.144-07:00Meditation ...When I sit in meditation I am still dealing with the baggage of my past. Less intrusive and more rarefied, naturally, but still ... Meditation is about the past, all that has already happened and that is inside me, somewhere in my psyche and in my body. Every bit of memory that surfaces in my awareness carries a feeling in my body. Very often the feeling is negative. I sit as still as I can manage and in no time memories appear as images in my mind. Thoughts project as images while feelings (being movements of energy) project as colours. After so many years of practice, I have reached a stage of no-reaction and begun to really experience moments of deep joy as I feel the freedom from the thread that links my thoughts to my emotions. Can you imagine what fun is to be present to all the traffic and noise in the mind and the discomfort that follows in the body (which generally forces one to get up and abandon the practice) and NOT feel it? It is like watching a film: mind being the screen and memories the film, the plot. I laugh or cry as the plot unfolds but the plot isn't me. I finally lost the connection with my memories: they now come and go leaving no trace. I feel sooooo liberated! ... :)Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-15679138697971148962009-08-21T07:47:00.000-07:002009-08-21T08:33:52.061-07:00Twilight in Sabina ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RiCKNpJp8dqyevJntClF3f30nYvB7tMLJKXoWWwUBc0dkmbawbKTAPoCJkw1dA7pzGWUQwPDD3O92fQBaeEi3DUpXqLVR9U7wcqFXavKDafmiRJVXCou2g8qZj1PB0xA9z_NCDRxqwPQ/s1600-h/sunset-sabina.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5RiCKNpJp8dqyevJntClF3f30nYvB7tMLJKXoWWwUBc0dkmbawbKTAPoCJkw1dA7pzGWUQwPDD3O92fQBaeEi3DUpXqLVR9U7wcqFXavKDafmiRJVXCou2g8qZj1PB0xA9z_NCDRxqwPQ/s320/sunset-sabina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372429137846025458" /></a><br /><br />As darkness was creeping in, my mind wandered back ... far back when my mother tucked me in bed and left the room, the window open and twilight fading into night. I felt so frightened staring at the darkening sky that was taking away from me the joys of the day, the games with friends and the warm touch of my mother. That fear mixed with sadness stayed with me for very long time, the end of something, the passing of time, the fading of a memory ... In my meditations, during my spiritual practice, I begun seeing the root and the meaning of that fear and realize that I had to face the primeval terror of death which was uncannily sabotaging my innate joy of living.<div>I begun seeing that death happens in the now, at every moment that rises and falls out of my consciousness. It took me few years to clean my act and accept that 'what is just is' leading, through its death, to the birth of next one. Soooo ... in the mind (which operates in time&space)</div><div>one continuously experiences the terror of impermanence of life. In the heart, instead, there is fearlessness because one can only feel the awareness of the moment, with its birth and death, and the joy of its purity.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-4063481367974483822009-08-15T09:22:00.000-07:002009-08-16T05:55:13.112-07:00Nature ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYddx5mc1En2-2A3KnFAmuTW7gSZjfuHOKUqKN6qN7I5_3PfGVX8_PpSI0DNUF66nphAjvK1PIFrRF5er_0tgPwCDIMFvDxVxOMJJW_xuZGdeV_9UAD47gll2T0MC7gU15dyZaygh7IuZ/s1600-h/hydeparkweb.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYddx5mc1En2-2A3KnFAmuTW7gSZjfuHOKUqKN6qN7I5_3PfGVX8_PpSI0DNUF66nphAjvK1PIFrRF5er_0tgPwCDIMFvDxVxOMJJW_xuZGdeV_9UAD47gll2T0MC7gU15dyZaygh7IuZ/s320/hydeparkweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370228954168201458" /></a><br />The world out there is just energy. There is a constant motion: outer movement and inner vibration.<div>Feelings pick up the rhythmical inner flutter of the environment and ... dance with it.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-21942200561612028502009-08-14T04:20:00.000-07:002009-08-14T05:03:37.888-07:00Peace ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz40Fv1fvv0Z3YXlsh4KkBAHWcS4fDqWWpnwIJ8eM8AvvrsqcLb4-CI12AK860XP46k5XG4S7pIl879T87IezsVec432OY9_O5XASLsYlVjK0kNPCNdL_6BfMmQ0BpaMsiGhpWLCDHv2F_/s1600-h/Swans.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz40Fv1fvv0Z3YXlsh4KkBAHWcS4fDqWWpnwIJ8eM8AvvrsqcLb4-CI12AK860XP46k5XG4S7pIl879T87IezsVec432OY9_O5XASLsYlVjK0kNPCNdL_6BfMmQ0BpaMsiGhpWLCDHv2F_/s320/Swans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369788491259628882" /></a><br />The other evening I was walking back home through the Kensington Gardens as the light was rapidly fading around the pond. Beautiful summer evening with very few people about and a seducing quietness in the air.<div>I couldn't help stopping to breathe the twilight and sit on a bench by the pond. I was sensing a magical moment coming to me when my feelings and the environment would merge together in balance. I felt so privileged to be able to catch these moments and hold them in my awareness, kind of digest them, with total humility. No judgements, no possessiveness, no glory. Then I saw two ducks ... two ordinary ducks floating on an ordinary pond. </div><div>I sat for a while in that stillness as a subtle sense of joy was pervading me. Time was melting away and that ordinary, every day scene became eternal like the history of the world. My camera came to my eyes and I clicked.</div><div>When I left the bench and resumed my walk I felt a wealthier man.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-19848060147278640272009-08-06T04:40:00.000-07:002009-08-06T05:08:32.828-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxBKzXETdXKyNcCkmhO9CuO_6cAS7CIPzB727GusvdUdGbuHlJhKMrOYSIO7wYYm-pLAEQt4wK6jYn566Tb8Wzmf8XpOtvg-zbHX8cRd3VT7M6yzRDIL95JC_Rd7HBFQx0rwEd-rQBs5n/s1600-h/ajna.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxBKzXETdXKyNcCkmhO9CuO_6cAS7CIPzB727GusvdUdGbuHlJhKMrOYSIO7wYYm-pLAEQt4wK6jYn566Tb8Wzmf8XpOtvg-zbHX8cRd3VT7M6yzRDIL95JC_Rd7HBFQx0rwEd-rQBs5n/s320/ajna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366820902068995474" /></a><br />The principles of Shiva&Shakti are inherent in your breath. When you inhale the Shiva principle, active - positive,<div>is present in your Prana. When you exhale the Shakti principle, passive - negative, is present too. They represent the polarities of Energy: positive - negative. They are opposite, like male - female, and they need to be integrated to be effective and complete. The key element for integration is Kumbhaka, the retention of breath, central to all Yogic practices. You inhale Prana (Shiva) - you hold breath for a moment in Kumbhaka - you exhale Apana (Shakti).</div><div>What happens is that in Kumbhaka, Shiva(prana) is held consciously (with practice) awaiting to be distributed where is needed in your body by Shakti (apana). When the practice develops you will notice that Shakti (exhalation) has become your healing power, the release of tension in your body chemistry. Sooooo ...</div><div>Inhale ... hold it briefly and ... consciously relax your body.</div><div>See what happens ...</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-89149665812828367872009-08-06T02:49:00.000-07:002009-08-06T03:32:00.814-07:00A change of direction ...When I understood that my mind is capable of evolving from a conditioned state, due to the physical,cultural, national environment in which I live in, to a higher stage of raised values and refined quality of living, my life changed dramatically. I embarked on a path where being conscious of my actions ( and more deeply of my thought process) was the most important element of my daily routine. Growing the awareness of Me living and expressing My Life was paramount. The 'lower' mind expresses itself automatically, reactively and unaware.<div>I lived like in a sleepwalk for years doing all the right things one does like working, having a family with all that that is involved, having 'good friends ' , original holidays and predictable hobbies. I begun asking questions when I realized that I was aiming for my death without the 'inner joy' of having lived my life. The spiritual books I begun reading where highlighting that mysterious (to me) feeling of 'bliss' that was almost totally alien to my understanding. And then one day ... the penny dropped. It came to me, kind of brightly, that the only way to move out of my torpor was to evolve by climbing the mountain in order to reach a higher perspective because from where I was I couldn't see anything else apart from my programmed day to day existence. Soooo, I made it a job to become aware, more and more closely, of my daily actions and feelings. I wrote about them in my diary and spoke to my partner and close friends about my predicament. It turned into an obsession. Soon ... it became obvious to me that I had to become the guy I am now.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-57519832280398326722009-07-24T07:07:00.000-07:002009-07-24T07:20:58.573-07:00The new job ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYVjiorjcBF1X8dflUvOCbIGuHpD9okhlwnBI_vriEr1DJivTBM1BDsj00nljt19guSx71zcSc-cp4-aTAjv8LPMdtu85uriND9H9jePUS83s9sqV5XLhXkXEM6ch2PTna4W74AFrpB6Y/s1600-h/universe.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYVjiorjcBF1X8dflUvOCbIGuHpD9okhlwnBI_vriEr1DJivTBM1BDsj00nljt19guSx71zcSc-cp4-aTAjv8LPMdtu85uriND9H9jePUS83s9sqV5XLhXkXEM6ch2PTna4W74AFrpB6Y/s320/universe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031511532727346" /></a><br />The moment I awakened to my inner space I was recruited by the UNIVERSE. I am now on its payroll.<div>My job is to listen to the big boss orders and then follow the directions I get. 'Feelings' is my new communicating mode which, by the way, is the essential requirement for the job. I keep doing this and that, this shirt and that hat, this name and the other and it all feels like being on a stage.It is an inner holiday the seat on my Universal Desk.</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980552701651364947.post-32131975347856341222009-07-24T03:30:00.000-07:002009-07-24T05:30:49.328-07:00Inner Space ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-ytIIuWYTThINNzguyvlwUmpIuhH-87RkAdJjP6QjnpWu5We8dCZyld0bDqHh90B-onfzCxrQVXwjCzuYr0wG1FwftHQfAMaUUDBBDJLM4mO0ayWMysXxnHHvVePrEb7xtH5ety4irzb/s1600-h/fausto-med-web.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4-ytIIuWYTThINNzguyvlwUmpIuhH-87RkAdJjP6QjnpWu5We8dCZyld0bDqHh90B-onfzCxrQVXwjCzuYr0wG1FwftHQfAMaUUDBBDJLM4mO0ayWMysXxnHHvVePrEb7xtH5ety4irzb/s320/fausto-med-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362003116060743586" /></a><br />When I get up in the morning, these days about 6:30, go to the bathroom, have a glass of water and back in the bedroom to sit in siddhasana. I have been in that room all night with my dreams and energy and now that I am awake I want to explore the feelings which are still, with one foot, in my unconscious. It is fascinating to me to observe, to witness, the modulating motion of my inner world with feelings, images and thoughts emerging from an unconscious space to travel through my observing awareness. I want to catch the purity on my inner music before the mind begins to corrupt it adding the loud interference of my ego. Having practiced this intimacy for few years, I can now easily spend up to 2 hours in this warm embrace that keeps my all day in the healing cradle of awareness. It is such a gift to be 'feeling' my life without the need to rely on my thoughts to describe it. The confidence that allows me to say, quite often these days, 'I know' without having to back it up with reasons...<div>Well, my friends, you should try it too ... :)</div>Faustomariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08194011242006234390noreply@blogger.com0