By Anne Adametz

Read my first time article published in Yoga Chicago here.

The months leading up to Vipassana were filled with a longing for peace, dreading the sit and in awe of the opportunity.  After my first successful, yet grueling Vipassana 10-day, 100 hours of meditation, complete silence, no talking, no reading, no writing, no phone retreat.  The last time I went there weren’t even smart phones.  Last time, I didn’t have an 8 year old son. All in all, this time I was somewhat prepared for the agony of the body and the taming of the

OR

 

There is an old yogi tale…that of a yogi who was walking on The Path.
He hears a cry, “Help ME!” and leaves the path, to find a man, completely

Entangled in a a rosebush.  Thorns around arms, completely entangled and wailing,

“Help me I cannot take this anymore!”

The yogi offers, “I may help you, if you do everything I say.”

The man assures, “I’ll do anything, I’ve been here for years! Help!”

The yogi instructs, “Take your left arm to your side…” and the man pulls his arm free, “Now the right arm out, and the man pulls his

OR

 

]]>