A Single Day: Bliss or Curse
After finishing my meal, like usual, I started washing the graniteware food-tray that had four small and one big division. While I was scraping the food remnants off the tray with my spoon, I contemplated over the concept of love and how it originated. I…
Despite the Fears: I’m Serious Like a Squirrel
I am in the third week of training. I now spend every day definitely doing at least one thing that I have been too lazy to do or preferred to avoid. Sometimes I just want to lie down on the bed silently and do nothing….
A Point of View is a Field of Perception or a Jar of Peanut Butter
“From the point of view of someone who lives in Istanbul, it looks like a very courageous act to quit your job and shake the dust off your feet by claiming, “I want to transform my life!” before going to be trained in an ashram….
Mind Control and a Bucket of Ice
It’s just one day before training begins, and I’m sitting next to my bed conversing with the butterflies in my stomach as two shining eyes with a huge backpack appear. After a few seconds of eye contact, Kalyani starts questioning me, and I reply continuously….
Yoga Teacher Training in Ashram
I start warming myself up in anticipation. Everyone staying in the ashram needs to follow an intense schedule starting at 5.30 am and ending at 9.30 pm. In my first week of this schedule, I realize my physical and mental limitations, but I do not…
On the Way to India
In this process, there are all kinds of lists: a list of things to pack, a list of documents for the visa application, to-do lists for before/during/after the flight, a goodbye list, a list of government paperwork, and so on. I am constantly planning what…
Bye-Bye White-Collar Lifestyle, Hello Indian Roads
When I say “journey,” I mean a spiritual one. A giant was sitting on my chest, and I restlessly searched for bean stalk that would take me up to his world. I pledge with all my heart and soul, with everything that awoke me to…