World peace, like community peace, does not require that each man love his neighbor -- it requires only that they live together with mutual tolerance, submitting their disputes to a just and peaceful settlement. John F. Kennedy
We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love. Thich Nhat Hanh
It is the duty of every cultured man or woman to read sympathetically the scriptures of the world. If we are to respect others' religions as we would have them respect our own, a friendly study of the world's religions is a sacred duty. Mohandas K. Gandhi
When we come into contact with the other person, our thoughts and actions should express our mind of compassion, even if that person says and does things that are not easy to accept. We practice in this way until we see clearly that our love is not contingent upon the other person being lovable. Thich Nhat Hanh
There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own Light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. Marianne Williamson
Here are a few photos from down town Putney in London yesterday.
The British have an obsession with the weather; hot, cold or indifferent, it is always a topic of conversation. The capital has really slowed down with the snow in London and severe weather warnings have been issued for forthcoming days.
My son is delighted as he does not have to go to school and has donned tights under his clothes to spend the whole day throwing snow with his friends. Apparently tights under your clothes are all the rage with his football team. He says they are Nike Pro but they still look like ladies tights to me. Six foot of male gangly legs looks hilarious in tights. Maybe I am starting to get cabin fever, as I am slightly confined to barracks. I have had to cancel yoga classes and workshops as the studio heating cant cope with the temperature. Acceptance is key!
This is particulary exciting for me as they have been kind enough to publish an article that I wrote about yoga during pregnancy (pages 64-65); as well as another about yoga and skiing in the second edition.
The second edition is on sale now at supermarkets such as Sainsbury's and Tesco; as well as being available to order online at: www.ommagazine.com.
Thought I would share this photo of my son being measured for his first suit while in India. These tailors were very sweet, and every time we visited them I thought of the book “A fine balance” by Rohinton Mistry. A beautifully moving novel set in Mumbai and features, amongst other things, tailors trying to make a living. Its a book that moved me to tears, so every time I went to the shop I welled up.
In the photo my son looks like a huge basketball player; although he is pretty tall, these guys are quite petite. My daughter, an art student, designed a coat and the tailors made it for her. They were both delighted with the outcome.
Here we are on the 6th of January 2010 and I am finally getting around to wishing you all a Happy New Year. My family and I had a fantastic trip to Goa and I will post some of my favourite bits.
India is one of the noisiest, most vibrant and beautiful places I have visited. I have been to Goa before, but never with my family. When I have travelled to India in the past, I have always gone on my own and stayed on yoga retreats (more to follow in another post). Although I have loved the previous visits, this one was extra special and I felt more involved with Indian culture and spent more time with local people than ever before.
We went to waterfalls, parties, markets, a spice plantation, rode on elephants, amongst other things. It was wonderful to share this experience with my teenagers and watching my son turn from an urban Londonite into a chilled out Goan was something else. We ate in beach shacks, drunk mocktails and kingfishers and all managed to avoid getting “Delhi Belly”, which wa…