There are a few words in Sanskrit that I just love. Satsang is one of them. A word that means "gathering together for the truth" or more simply, "being with the truth."
Truth is what is real and what exists. So all there is essentially, is 'Truth'. Whenever something increases your experience of the Truth, it opens your heart and quiets your mind. Sharing yoga together then is Satsung.
To explore this idea further and to allow the pursuit of truth to continue, strengthen and expand, Satsung +1 week was born. What resulted was 1 week, 5 classes, 30+ newbies, my mother and a lot of love.
Each class during the week was open for students to bring along a +1 complimentary. Be it a friend, a partner, a parent, a sibling, a colleague, a house mate or in one case a loose acquaintance. Watching larger than average numbers of newbies in each class was incredible. Seeing uncertainty grow into laughter, later transforming into commitment, and finally pulling up in savasana as love.
The week was about sharing yoga with others and therefore allowing our practice to move beyond the mat and into the world where we encounter our +1's on a day-to-day basis. Being able to create Satsung everywhere we are, always.
The specific week was chosen as I had a very special +1 in town...my mother. Since I have been a practising yogi I have not lived in my hometown of Newcastle. So while my life here in Perth finds me surrounded by people who know me as a yogi, my family on the East Coast truthfully have not even grazed the surface of what this means to me!
My life 7 years ago was very different to the one I lead now. My mum played a huge roll in supporting me through some tough times to make the changes that started me on this path. While she was there at the very beginning of my practice and my teaching, my life is something that since then she has watched from afar. A few classes attended together, viewings of my morning practices on the back deck while on Christmas break, adjusting to my vegan ways at family dinners, endless pictures, and even some basic pointers on the kitchen floor; these are the snippets of me that I had shared. What was to come was altogether new.
The final class of Satsung week was Saturday morning 7.30am. Mum and Dad were over visiting for the weekend, and Mum was about to join my class for the first time.
I was excited and nervous at the same time. I wanted so much to make her proud, to show her how far that I have come and most importantly to share Satsung with her. The room filled with 30+ yogis and we all began to breath, and move, and play.
The time passed quickly and then as the silence fell and a sea of bodies lay sprawled in front of me, I drew my hands together in Anjali Mudra where I said my final words. A tear dribbled down my cheek, it caught me by surprise. Mum cried too. There were no words to be said. She knew I was in a good place, she was proud of me and I also was proud of her.
*As a result of the first Satsung +1 week followed by the Basic Blitz workshop being an overwhelming success, I have decided to make these a regular event on the calendar. The next upcoming dates will be as follows:
Satsung +1 week - Monday June 2nd - Saturday June 7th
Basic Blitz workshop - Saturday June 14th, 9.30am - 11.00am