Feeling into the Center Line

Often when I meditate, I try to “feel into my centerline.”  By this I mean I try to observe any sensations in the front of my body, from my genitals up into my throat.  Some people believe this is where we store a lot of our emotions, and I agree.  When I get to my stomach area (or rather where my stomach used to be), I feel tightness, hollowness, stuckness.  Emotions come up - feelings of guilt and anxiety.  A friend who does body and energy work suggested there is blocked energy (which makes sense to me), and agreed that...

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"Spiritual Teaching"

I recently saw this skit by the hilarious comedy duo The Bondi Hipsters, with their acerbic take on spirituality and meditation (Warning, some of the language and content is NSFW).  I was particularly moved by the last shot on so called “spiritual teachers”:

Living Without a Stomach

My diet wasn’t the worst in the world, but it wasn’t the best either. My parents weren’t much for cooking, and dinner was usually meat and three veg - mashed potatoes and peas and beans with any semblance of nutritional value or flavour boiled away. In addition, I always remember a bottle of coca-cola in the fridge, and ice cream in the freezer.

Yoga Teacher Training Begins

Last weekend I started my first weekend of yoga teacher training. It’s divided into 10 weekend sessions over the course of a year, with assignments and personal yoga practice making up the rest. After 2 days of getting up at 6am and attending 8 hours of lectures each day I was exhausted, but exhilarated at the same time. It was an intensive on the cardiovascular system, working with children and teenagers, backbends, and the anatomy of the neck, chest and shoulders.

The Neuroscience of Meditation

I've just watched this presentation from the last Consciousness Hackers meetup in San Francisco. It gets a bit technical, but there are also a couple of really powerful meditations in there. I urge you to fire it up and close your other browser tabs for the hour it takes to watch it!