The School Of Life!

You may ask why, as a yoga teacher, I am concerned to share information about food, massages and other subjects rather than just talking about yoga postures.  The answer, of course, is that health is not only about yoga postures,  it’s also about the way we live, we eat, we drink and we love.   I was reminded recently about this having attended a retreat in Spain at Yoga Sutra Shala : The following beautiful words are written by Didier Thomas, director at Kaikki massage, Valencia :

The School Of Life!

I got there very early, I don’t really remember. I grew up observing something every second, since I had nothing else to do. At the time, I didn’t have many questions but had rather countless answers that I didn’t understand. Everything’s there at the School of Life: First smile and first tears at this never-ending school programme. There are core classes, but I may not have attended all of them. It often starts with Carefreeness, very inspirational and useful for providing confidence. And just right after, there’s a Responsibility class – was it optional? Maybe I was too busy attending the Curiosity class. There, I didn’t make many friends. They were probably at school, at the school made of walls. I understood at early stage that if schools had walls, it was perhaps because something hazardous could happen. And then the few hours spent there taught me to get away from unsafe places like schools made of walls. While I stayed out of them, I made a promise: Always attending the Weakness class, that’s where I became stronger. At the school of life, there’s no difference between learning and teaching. You can hear everything, do anything… and this is where I was the best paid. Not with money but with generosity, because life doesn’t pay with greed. All along the endless lanes of the School of Life there are countless doors. One day I thought I got lost, but that was before I discovered a breakthrough: the doors of life are always open – I’ll try to get through all of them.

In the Mistakes class, I had an “A”, I didn’t even know I could fail. In the Hope class… well, it looks like the Survival class made me forget about it. I don’t know what class helped me the most, I’m hesitating between the Lying class or the Honesty class – anyway, I mostly attended the Naivety class. Every course is useful, especially the Solitude class, this is where I made the most friends. We were attending together the Mess class, thus ranking it best for its good ambiance. Then the Sex class started when the Friendship class ended, while the Sadness and the Loneliness classes were taking place. These four classes were full of fools thinking that they were attending the Love class. I spent many hours along the lanes to find the Equality class – without success. Instead, I went to the Music class, there, highs and lows combine to make beautiful harmony. I bled a lot in the Fall class… or was it in the Success class? Then in order to better understand the world, the Wonder class was a perfect match for me – I found it just after stumbling upon the Chance class. I passed by the door leading to the Happiness class pretty often. It was always open but I never saw any teacher there. Instead, a certain magic was sending me back to the Survival class. I really liked the Reading class and its paradox – the more books in my hands the lighter I felt. Some of my friends from the Mess class invited me to the Drugs class. I asked them if they’ve already been attending the Curiosity or Knowledge classes but it seemed the noise in the Mess class had made them deaf and they couldn’t hear my question – I lost them in the Unconsciousness class, where lies the biggest crowd ever! So, after some classes of Reason I could attend the Drugs class (which was happening at the same time as the Learning class). Throughout the lanes of the School of Life there weren’t any signs pointing me towards the right paths – nor towards the wrong ones either. Out there, there were many unfound classes that I wanted to attend, like Self-confidence class. Around me, it was like most of the people were already proudly carrying this diploma while I was still looking for that class. At that point I already had attended the Shame and Disappointment class quite often. Then, when I got across a very useful class (I’m going to talk about it now), it didn’t take me too much time to get in. How surprising! I finally did find the main class! It was the biggest class I attended. This crowd, I couldn’t believe it! Everyone was there: people from the Commitment, Courage, Kindness, Trust, Joy, and Love classes were all gathered in the same class: the class of Make-believe. Pretending to be and not to be. All the answers were there, right or wrong, never mind, a very few cares anyway! In just one class it was just like attending all of them. I thus understood that it was a question of time for everyone! It’s not lying, it’s pretending. The difference? Lying is aimed towards others while pretending is aimed towards one’s self. Self-confidence, here I am!

I therefore decided to stay in the Make-believe class until I understood that I rather should have called it the Expectations class, in which everyone waits for the others to be true – so I waited a long time. I waited for commitment, courage, trust, joy and love to come but pretending to have understood them brought me fear, anger, sadness and disgust – until a wise one passed by and told me about the Freedom class.

I left the Make-believe class and started to look for the Freedom class, and since then I’m becoming healthier with the way I live, I eat, I drink and I love.

Damian is an authorised teacher of Prana Vashya Yoga.  To book a class with Damian you can contact him by:


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