Recently, I went to visit my Dad’s sisters for the weekend as they live just outside of London. My cousin’s now have little kiddies and it was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of London – just to listen to happy children laughing (unfortunately snotty cries too) and to chit chat to my family.
I went over on Saturday morning and had an action packed day ahead of me with birthdays and watching people eating delicious chocolate cake! Later on in the day we went to the Gudwara (Sikh temple) and we sat for prayers, had some delicious food and then chased the kids around the huge space!
I really needed this time to unwind and not think about work or the pressures of work or work. Work. Woelkrn. The stress had been getting to my stomach for the past few weeks and it was getting almost unbearable.
This is where it gets a little weird.
As the kids were running around, my cousin Bubbz said that there was kiddy Yoga class going on in the room down the hall. This was definitely a calling. A sign. A Hallelujah moment. It was like God was telling me to be true to who I am and all of my worries will dissipate.
So any who, Me, Bubbz, Sonia and Sharan joined in the class with their kids and other parents and their kids (my aunties sat filming us and chinwagging). We immediately fell in tune with our mind and bodies and happiness filled the room, spreading from the children and ourselves. For most of the class, we were running around after the kids but the laughter felt so good.
At the end of the class, we sat in meditation singing Sa Ta Na Ma – an amazing take on Ik Onkar, Satnam Waheguru (There is only one God, True name/truth is the name, wondrous enlightenment) and all (most) of the kids sat down and sang along too – It really was enlightening.
I felt so good after the class and remember the teacher being full of happiness, all in white and wearing an honest smile. It reminded me of how good it felt to teach and the honest smile I wore when back then (not saying my smile is fake now but sometime it is and I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.).
Then we went back home and my uncle’s and cousin Aaron came over and we had fish & chips, I played on the Indian flute with my cousin Tal and watched films… (can you tell I have a big family? This is only two of my Dad’s sisters!).
When I eventually went back to London, my stomach felt great. No pain at all. This was in early December and I didn’t have pain until New Year’s Eve, when I was stressed out about that!
That’s the longest I’ve gone without stomach pain for a whole year!
I’ve learned that I need to relax more and be true to myself in order for my mind and body to be happy. Stress triggers my stomach problems so I need to be more aware of that.
Ahh, I want to do Yoga about now.
Yo Yo Yoga!