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….
Cuba: Not a Place where Time Stops But Rather One where It Flows
My Cuban adventure started with an email I received in April. The subject was “My dream is Cuba. I usually don’t read emails that sound like a commercial, but it was about Cuba, and it really was my dream to go there, so I read…
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…