Thursday, 23 January 2020

Life As You Believed It To Be



If you believe that life is a struggle, your life must be a struggle.

If you believe that nothing comes for free, you would always find hidden charges.

If you believe you are popular, you must be popular.

If you believe that you are lucky, you must be lucky.

Our life is exactly as we believe.
Our preconceived ideas are the bases of our perceptions. πŸ’‘
What we focus on do manifest in our world.

For instance...

When I got pregnant few years ago, suddenly, I began seeing so many pregnant women on the streets!

When I'm hangry, cafes' and restaurants' signs jump at me on the streets.

Today is all about cats; they are on the streets, on my FB feed and online news because I miss my cat.😒

It's not that the population of pregnant women shot up in 2013, or cafes popping up in the village this week or everyone is talking about cats today.

It's my perception of the world changes as my interest shifts.πŸ’‘

And of course, your perception of the world is different from mine.
Everyone in your world could be talking about champagne and witchcrafts today.
Who knows?
We all live in different worlds.
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So, it's no point for you to tell the person who believes 'life is a struggle' that it's not true and life is full of wonderful things.

Because it is true for the person that life is a struggle. No argument about that.

And also, it's not about whose perception is right or wrong, better or worse.

Just, we each live in the worlds as we believe them to be.
That's all.

A nice thing is that you can change the world you live in at this very minute, without changing your job, divorcing your spouses or moving to another country, but just by changing your focus.✨

Sunday, 19 January 2020

Experience The Sound




So, when you are listening to the sound of waves at the beach, is it only your ears that experiencing the sound?

I don't think so.

When I really really pay attention to my body, and if necessary, destruct my ears by rubbing them with plams of my hands to create white noise, I begin 'feeling' the sound of waves in different parts of my body.

The crushing waves on the raised seabed in the  far distance are felt in my tummy, around the diaphragm with low heavy vibrations.

The sound of the waves approaching towards the shore goes on my left shoulder and quickly moves to the right.

And my face and head feel the thousands tiny bubbles busting on the pebbles at the shore.

While I'm feeling them all, my memory of 'how the waves should sound like' joins in the whole experience of listening to the wave, which adds a different dimension to it. (As we have selective eye sights, we have selective hearings, too!)

We do listen with ears.
But we use other parts of the body to listen without realizing much.

In my 6 weeks course of voice & sound class, we explore 'listening potentials' as well as our vocal potentials.
Finding our voice comes with listening to ourself: listening with compassion and openness.

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My Voice and Sound class in on at 7 - 8:30pm, Friday fortnightly (the next one is on 24th Jan) @YogaGorey.
All welcome, no singing experience necessary.
90 euro/ 6wks, 17 euro/ drop-ins.
For booking, please contact Ruth on 086 7702840.

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My upcoming workshops info.

🍎Inner Voice: Microbiota, Flower Mandala Making & Kirtan with Yasia. Sun 26th Jan (1pm - 4pm) @machayogastudio . Sold Out but a waiting list available.

🍎Femininity & Masculinity Within: Microbiota & Flower Mandala Making, 9th February (10:30 - 12:30) @yogagorey. 25 euro.

🍎Gut Instinct: Microbiota & Flower Mandala Making, Sun 23rd Feb, 1pm - 3pm @maureenscork in Cork. 25 euro.

Saturday, 18 January 2020

Personal Experiences


                                     Today's dawn.


                                Today's Dask.

I was lucky enough to see the dawn and dask today. 
It might be nothing special for some people, but I felt I was more in tune with the rythm of the planet for it today.


My personal experiences are what matters to me most.

I may come across thousands expressions of beautiful dawns and dusks in poetry, painting and music, etc...
But experiencing them weighs lot more than knowing expressions.

Whether I find them beautiful, ordinary, incredible or just feeling freezing, they are all mine and all valuable.

I want to stay with my own experiences.

Have a nice weekend.

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My upcoming workshops and courses.

🍎Voice & Sound Class : Friday Fortnightly (7pm - 8:30pm) @yogagorey in Gorey Wexford, Ireland. 90 euro/ 6 weeks, 17 euro Drop-ins. (Next one on 24th Jan)

🍎Inner Voice: Microbiota, Flower Mandala Making & Kirtan with Yasia. Sun 26th Jan (1pm - 4pm) Sold Out but a waiting list available.

🍎Femininity & Masculinity Within: Microbiota & Flower Mandala Making, 9th February (10:30 - 12:30) @yogagorey in Gorey, Wexford. 25 euro.

🍎Gut Instinct: Microbiota & Flower Mandala Making, Sun 23rd Feb, 1pm - 3pm Maureen's Cork. 25 euro

Thursday, 16 January 2020

Bungee Jumping



When I picked the name of my company, I had two choices.

My Self Care Journey
My Self Care Adventure

The both came from the idea that self care can be fun rather than just a chore.

Both 'Journey' and 'Adventure' represent a path with good days & bad days and above all, 'we are on the way'.
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We will never be perfect.
That means we just have to start somewhere as an imperfect self.

"I don't have enough experiences."
"I don't have good enough qualifications."
"I'm not good at speaking in front of people."
"There are so many people who do what I do better."

All of the above may be true.
But still.
You need to start somewhere.
With crumbling speaking, shaky legs and drumming heart, you make a first step.

I call it a bungee jumping!✨

You might pee in your pants or embarrass yourself and swear you'd never do it again.

But.
I'm telling you what effect it has on other people who see you bungee jumping.

Aside from what you sold to them, they got to see you jumping off that cliff!
They saw your bravery to try something you've never done before but believe that it works.

Isn't it the gift itself?🎁
You might feel you're in bits but you are showing others that they can do it, too.

I've received some gifts like that in my life.
And boy, what amazing gift they were!
The reason why I'm here doing this work is because of those gifts: inspirations.

So, if you haven't tried what you really love to do yet because you are scared, I would like to congratulate you.

Congratulations! You've got a big chance ahead of you to inspire many many many people by making the first step.

The people who play safe all the time won't have that chance!
It's only you who have a courage to follow your gut.

For that reason, I will keep bungee jumping for the rest of my life: challenging something new that there is no promise it's going to be a success.

Success is not as simple as 'Msking lot of money = Success'.

Your magnificent fall could be an inspiration for someone to be brave like you to try their dreams. 
We just don't know.

We are all on our journey.
We'll know the final result when we depart this earthly body.

Till then, we keep walking with these trembling feet, shaky hands, and speak of our dreams with sparkles in our eyes.✨

Friday, 20 December 2019

Me and Religions



It's been a while I post on this blog.
(I post regularly on my business Facebook page if you are interested in reading them.  My Self Care Journey )

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The festive season is upon us. My son (age 5) talks nothing but Christmas these days. 
However, he goes to a non religious school.
So, he's learnt about Diwali, Hanukkah and other religious celebrations in the world as well as Christmas since he started the school last September.
The way he embraces different religious celebrations made me think about my own religious background.

"What is your religion?"

I don't get asked the question that often but when it happens, it takes a moment for me to reply.

It is not because I'm an atheist.
On the contrary, I went through 4 different religions at the earlier stage of my life.

My parents respect all religions they've encountered in their lives.
But Buddhism and Shintoism (originate in Japan) are the two main religions they've been following. Since Japan has the long history of 'Shared practice in Shintoism and Buddhism (η₯žδ»ηΏ’εˆ)', I think it is a common enough style for many Japanese people.

When I was about 7, I was sent to a Protestant Sunday School by my parents. They didn't have any intention to convert me into a Christian. It was just because they thought it was a good idea for me and my sister to learn something different from the academic subjects.
I was given a bible which was a book with the smallest font I had ever seen in my life. So, I didn't read it. But I can still recite Lord's Prayer off my heart from the years I spent there. And I used to pray before I went to bed and asked for forgiveness from God. I think that was my earliest memory of the idea that someone invisible watching me and that I could not hide any bad behaviors. 
I found the church was dark and cold and had a strange smell. We didn't have a pastor but had two pastoresses. We had an old lady with a middle aged daughter first and a new pastoress after the old lady with a daughter retired. All of them spoke softly, looked pale and not so expressive.
We sang songs but none of the songs were like the ones we sang in school or at home. They had beautiful melodies but the lyrics were strange to my ear.  Again, I can still sing them to this day. I did the Christmas play, too (Me = shepherd, my sister = a sheep).

My visit to the church got less frequent, as I began to get too 'busy' on Sunday mornings by watching an American sitcom 'Different Strokes'.
Instead, I began getting interested in Buddhism sutra when I was about 11. One day, I found 'The Heart Sutra', the most well-known sutra in Japan, printed on the back of a flyer in between the morning news paper. All written with Chinese letters with Hiragana (Japanese) on the side so that I could read them all. What strange sounds they were when I read them out loud! Gya-tei-gya-tei-hara-gya-tei-hara-sou-gyatei!? I had been always fascinated by listening to Buddhist monks' chanting whenever I sat in temples. I couldn't detect where their voices were coming from.  It felt like the vibrations shook every bells and tapestries in the room.
I decided to memorise the Heart Sutra. I can still recite most of the Heart Sutra to this day. I like the philosophical approaches even if I feel Buddhism is a male orientated religion. (When Buddha was finally persuaded by Ananda, who was his cousin and had accompanied most of Buddha's journey, to allow women to be Buddhist monks, he said that Buddhism would extinct 500 years earlier by allowing female monks.) 
Apart from the sounds of sutras, I also appreciate many Buddhism practitioners' perspectives. I like how the religion encouraged us to search inwardly, rely inwardly rather than looking externally for inspirations. 

Then, I worked as a shrine maiden at a Shintoism shrine between 17 to 19. I was helping the priest at the ceremonies and the festivals. I liked the shrine maiden's outfit.  I liked the idea that every objects on earth have gods inside them and their sacredness lies in nature. So, the real sacred part of any shrines are actually not in the buildings, it's the forest behind them. I liked that the gods and goddesses are quite like humans - they get angry, grumpy and holly. It is a harmony in chaos just like nature itself. Unlike Buddhism, I feel Shintoism is a feminine religion. Amaterasuohmikami - the Sun God, the protector of the country, is a goddess (although there is a new study revealing that she could be male lately.) 
The priest at the shrine was short tempered, middle aged, overweight man whose father wished him a good wife to look after him. I don't know what happened to the shrine now. Almost 10 years ago, I went back to visit there. It looked abandoned. I spent a little while there alone to pray. I had a strange experience after that but that will be a story for some other times.

And then, I came to Ireland and stayed in a student accommodation in a suburb of Dublin for 2 years. It was run by Catholic nuns from South America and Spain. I don't know what you'd imagine when you hear an accommodation run by Catholic nuns in Ireland. But the sisters there were so much fun with groovy dance moves and life stories to change my image of stereotypical women who go into religious life. One of the new things I experienced there was a curfew. If you didn't make it to the curfew (around 12am), you have to wait until the door is unlocked at 6 am the next morning. If you call the sisters from the disco that you are coming back in the morning, it's no problem. But if you don't call them, you are in trouble. I remember waiting outside of the door with inmates for few hours after coming back from a party. So, the curfew wasn't there to protect the students. It was there for the students to take responsibilities of their actions. There was no sense of over protectiveness. And it was interesting to witness the sister's approaches to the balance between business and faith. It was done lovingly, a matter-of-fact-ly and boldly sometimes. I still have great photos from a long summer's day we all got on the sisters' wagon and went to a beach. Sisters all took off their shoes and run into the sea lifting their habits! 

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I agree with some parts and also disagree with other parts in all religions I've encountered.
One thing I can say is that I've appreciated who they are than what they preach when I met each religious practitioners.
I don't know enough about the teachings of all 4 religions I mentioned above. But I opened towards those who were kind, loved a bit of laugh, missed their families, made mistakes sometimes and forgave; their human qualities. And I saw their Gods when those very human qualities shone through them.

Would I wish I had had the one and only God to believe in my life?
No, I don't think so.
I feel I'm a lucky human whose life has been enriched by meeting all different religious practitioners.








Saturday, 12 October 2019

Wake Up. You Are Amazing!


Sometimes, I'm overwhelmed by the urge to grab your shoulders and shake.

"You are amazing!"

The way you underestimate yourself is a joke.
I'll tell you what I mean.

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You eat breakfast every morning.
Do you know how many people skip breakfast? Getting up early enough to eat breakfast means you care for your wellness.
Sometimes, you even cook porridge for breakfast instead of corn flakes.
OMG!

What!? You read a book on the way to work?
These days, so few people read 'books'. Many are just happy with reading online articles here and there.
You are so bloody intellectual!

You hummed your favourite tune as you make yourself coffee.
Do you know how humming has a direct effect on the vagus nerve?
You are doing amazing favour for your inflammatory condition.
What? You didn't know?
You must be a natural born healer or something...

You cooked dinner for your family.
Are you a reincarnation of Mother Teresa?
You could have just ordered a take away on Monday night, but instead, you cooked not only for you but for the entire family.
You must be a saint.
Hm? What's this light?
Is that a halo I see behind you...?

You went to bed early.
That's like the best self care you can give to yourself.
You're looking after yourself so well.
You set your priorities right.
So wise.
You don't need me (therapist).
I call you the Self Care Yoda.

You flushed the toilet.
How considerate you are...
In my household, I'm the only one who flush the toilet.
You are so thoughtful.

You said hello to your colleagues.
You don't know what your 'hello' means to people. Most of us are too busy to say it or just ignore others.
You lift people up.
You must be an angel.
Better give Francis a call in Vatican at this stage...

You gave a hug to someone today?
&%#@+=3!?*
Are you God?
I must be talking to God.

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Wake up.
You are amazing!




Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Young People These Days



I'm 43 years old. Whether the age is considered young or old, it's up to individuals to decide.
But it is safe to say that I'm at the 'middle' age.

All my life, I have been one of the youngest of most groups I belonged to.
Choirs, poetry club, tanka (a Japanese poetry) club and circles of friends..., I was the baby of the groups. And I liked the status very much!
(Even when I was a small kid, I preferred hiding under the table listening to the adults' conversations than playing with other kids!)

My uncle, my teachers and other interesting adults taught me valuable lessons in different areas in life and I'm forever grateful for not only their knowledges but also their generousities to let me follow them wherever they go.
And, that still continues.
I have some older teachers that I still would love to follow everywhere they go like a puppy. πŸ•

However.
Recently, I got few occasions to work with younger people; starting from as little as 5 years old up to early 40s.

And I was constantly dazzled by their talents, open mindedness, innovative minds, flexibilities and abilities to look for the essence rather than decorative packages or superficial matters!

They were my singing teachers, the participants of my workshop, and people whom I studied together, and of course, my son.

If I'm Nokia, they are iPhone 11.
Love Nokia's stability but also love all the fun and technologies iPhone 11 can offer, too!

Up until few years ago, I used to look side way and think scornfully "I can't connect with younger people..."
How shortsighted I was!
Anyway, what was I going to do when I'd be 95 saying "I can't connect with younger people..."?
Most of older people will be under the graves by then.

The younger people I met have welcomed Nokia-me with open arms and listened to me open heartedly but I felt so many times that I didn't have to explain much to them.
I felt they've already known how to connect with their gut and their intuitions.
And if they want information, they have better access to it than Nokia does.

Then, I wondered what I can offer them as an older person.

My answer is to show them how I fall and how I stand up again!

That's I can offer.

After all, what I was ashamed of as mistakes in my life might not be just useless failures.
I could be a living proof that we all have invisible safety belts that we would be ok whatever happens in life!

I received many messages from younger people since my workshop. And I'm ever so happy to hear about them and also looking forward to share my magnificent falls and the experiences of getting back on track.

As a sturdy Nokia, I still have a lot I can contribute for younger people.
But for lot of other things, I'm ready to knock their doors for inspirations.