MC Yogi / "Vote for Hope"

His words were the currency of evolution.

GET INVOLVED AND LIVE YOUR LIFE!

The Gandhi Rap - be the change u want to see

A 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.

Felicitas got married ...

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 ...

Twilight ...

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 ..

My consuming quest ...

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?

My first job in London ...

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

to cover the smell of chemicals. Money was scarce but life intense...

January ...

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.