Category Archives: Yoga

MY BUTTER FLY

A second poem wanted to come through, so I share it here with you 💛 it´s about letting heart guide you from the known into the unknown.

MY BUTTER FLY

Butterflies come
to show me the way

shivery, shaky
they dont seems to stay

holding my hand
in summer y land

their road is a flight
how can this be right

the path so unknown
for only me shown

with moment so sweet
in jungle of heat

I suddenly hear
their wisper in ear

the wind and the sun and the bees
and the trees

with us you belong
dear, this is your song.
~Caroline

SINGING WORKSHOP & CANGGU

This month I started singing. In one fearful rabies-vaccination day they found me. The mantras. And something deep inside opened. Singing together is powerful. I never got it before when showing up for kirtans, but this intelligent woman made clarity out of old wawa-wowos and put clouds ideas into simplicity. Its a kind of meditation when we repeat the words. What yoga is for the body, mantra and meditation is for the mind. We want a flexible body in yoga and a flexible mind in meditation. Now I sing every day. And I like it.

ME AND THE OCEAN, THE OCEAN AND ME.

Keeping my mission of bravely sharing my words, I’ll share my first poem about the ocean here with you today. Feel free to read it out loud, though words are ment to be tasted
☺️💛

ME AND THE OCEAN, THE OCEAN AND ME.
I burned my feets in hot boiled sand
when ocean came to save me ⍨

still standing on her cooling ground
in moments lost by mind

a bird comes bye
with presens so alive

her peaceful sound
now holds my ground

while
waves of life keep rolling in to shore
sweet, salty, bitter and sour

shown so clear in daylight sand
with body white from far away land

now
summer holds my hand ~
melting to the sound of sea
ocean dancing tight with me ~Caroline

UDARA BALI

When exterior makes interior sing and dance🥰 Happy heart. Found this amazing calm place a bit outside busy Canggu. 3 open yoga rooms with breathtaking view, 4 pools with different temperature and delicious food from heaven. Going back there for sure ❤️ First photo is a balinese woman learning a western woman how to make the healing jamu drink from here. The third photo is view from the outdoor meditation room in the top outdoor tower room.

SOURCES

The importans of finding your sources.
Energy. Oh my, how clear it gets to me here how important it is to go to right sources for energy. Doing so takes some inner listening and self inquiry. Cause what is really your best resources, and specially, where do you find them when out traveling?

The rabies vaccination sometimes makes my heart work and my body silently shake from the inside if I get to hot, just like my dear companion Mac computer.
When I find myself out of balance wish life-circumstances easy can take us now and then, I try not to grasp for something coming from outside to save me, like the best coffee, a hug from a date, or a new beautiful Bali-dress (there are o so many). Instead I try to get myself into a calm and cool place where my brain is not melting (yeah, it happens sometimes here in Bali also in the shade☺️) and I sit with it.
First respons is always so drastic, like lets leave, book a flight back, but Im learning not to take decisions in this feelings, with time, allowing the race of mind to spin for a while, like watching a little juicy or half-juicy drama on tv. When the drama is seen it often gets more quiet and a better idé comes, like walk slow to a place that is really nourishing, the ocean, a yogastudio, turn on music you like, sing, call someone that feels home for you, feel in to your body and let whatever feelings be felt and noticed beyond acted on.
So survival kit when feeling out of balance on a trip. Slow down. Breath and take yourself to a place where your body can rest and all parts of you can be felt and free. And pay attention to what is nourishing for you so you can get there and charge yourself in a safe way❤️

Evening Singing

And as the darkness arrive we gather and we sing. We sing it all out, the worries, the joy, the words and the melodies. All voices melting in with each other in a perfect evening blend. Breath starting to syncronize as we sing the same words at the same time, connecting with the song, the moment, ourselves and each other. When I worked in an orchestra I did not notice this that clear. I just loved the feeling it gave me sometimes when I melted in to the music and let the instrument play almost by itself. Evening songs, what a nice way to end the day.

SUNDAY MARKET

Yeheey. One of those breakfasts turning in to lunch turning in to new friends. Caught in the moment. Time flying by. This place so smart located in this hot area, in between two open ricefields with view over the mountains and with a breeze dancing through the open space now and then. Makes me think about what a good environment makes for us, how big part the environment plays in our everyday lives. How it affects how we feel and interact with each other. When I travel solo its always on the hidden spots I find and is drawn to that I also meet the nicest people. Cause for some reason they were also drawn to come to the same place, at the same time. Then its a plus when the breakfast is in the side of 3 meals, not kidding😂☺️and soo delicious! 

Sunday market by the locals farmers and designers to support the balinese village. Trying out the healing oils and creams to support my latest tropical insect-bite☺️🌴last days cure for a misquito-bite worked amazingly well. They really know how to use the healing benefits from plants through food, drinks, natural creams and essential oils here. If you’re not to ill its a really good compliment for a healthy living.

WHY YOGA?

There is as many answers as there are beings. But I get surprised sometimes, like yesterday. I heard this is a insta-friendly spot of Bali, so many cool places with great food to catch and share. But I always thought the yoga-zoon is the balancing spot, like the yin to the yang. Or the artificiell to the real deal.
So I attended a class that to my surprise was full of yoga-men and some fiew woman, Hey, thats nice for a change😊 it was a restorative and meditative class with lots of self-reflection and time to drop the unnecessaries in life. The social face, the idéas that you need to be/act or look in a certain way to be here.
When I have classes like this one in sweden people often smiles and look at eachother afterwords, maybe even get friendly.
But to my surprice what happened as the class ended were that the guys smiles and went out and the few girls all stayed and started to do soectacular yoga positions with camera smiles and without breath. I went out just to meet a totally silent sofa-hang with noone talking to eachother, everybody super busy with there own phones. The contact so peaceful given with the moment already so far away.
Ive been to many yoga studios around the world but this took the price.
Why are we doing yoga? Why is it that the woman do this snd the men don’t give a fuck?
For me I do yoga to return home. Come back to my breathing, my body and the moment I am in. To then hopefully show up as a better and more present person to myself and the humans around.
Its never been about the poses the look or the likes. Its always been to show up for life.❤️

The small details that matter.

Its all about the details. How someone makes an effort to make you feel welcome and good. Today on one of the many coffeshops, home-made almondmilk and vanilla granola with yummi fruits of the season. All served in the best colours and your own fabric napkin with a beautiful pattern. Travelling for a while the details is what makes me stay and come back day after day. ❤️

Moments of Island Beauty.

Walking away from city-business of Bali-scooters on endless drives I discovered this hidden paradise 10 minutes walk away. Watching the sun slowly melt down over the ricefields is such a gift. Brings you right in to the moment and lets the moment come alive. I couldn’t do other than taking a seat and watch the sceanery of the landscape slowly change like a painting through the painters eyes. Noting my evening plans fade away as the stars and the moon entered the stage. And here I am. Beautiful Bali.