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Do You Know Your Heart?

This weekend, Plamen Karagyozov will be facilitating a three-hour workshop featuring the heart salutations at Yoga Matrika, an intimate space for yoga, meditation and healing in Squirrel Hill, Pittsburgh.  Acquaint Your Heart will be held from 1:00 to 4:00pm on Saturday, October 1, 2011 at Yoga Matrika.

If you were asked to describe your heart’s desire, most likely, you would immediately formulate a cerebral response that would be conditioned by culture, religion, traditions, expectations and other aspects of your unique human experience.  In reality, the heart is the very first organ of intelligence that you formed in your embryonic state.  We can learn how to consult the heart, listen to the heart and act on the heart through yoga and movement practices that draw upon our embodied intelligence to gain access to this important source of information.

The Heart Salutations that Plamen will offer in the workshop are a twelve step sequence flow (vinyasa) of energetic seals of the whole body(mudras) and asana that are accompanied by the breath (pranayama). At first, the body is warmed up and prepared for comfortable and effortless movement. Then the sequence is taught in sections with highlights on important details and gradually the entire salutation is practiced, featuring the various aspects of the heart and the circulatory system.Once the Heart Salutation is learned, with each pass through it, we layer in additional material, like Om, Yin-Yang and Tantra, transforming them from an intellectual concept to very palpable and practical aid in practice.

The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) indicate that, in 2006, 631,636 people in the United States died of heart disease.  This represents over 26% of deaths that year. In 2010, they predicted that heart disease would cost the United States $316.4 billion. This total includes the cost of health care services, medications, and lost productivity.  There is most definitely a cost of life, quality of life and time with those we love when we ignore the intelligence of the heart.

In the Tantric view, we can use our bodies as a tool for liberation in this lifetime.  Invest in learning the heart salutations and practice them.  Learn how to relieve your cerebral perspective and listen to your heart.  Feel your heart’s desire and include this important form of intelligence in how you move through the world.

This post was written by Sharon Rudyk, Owner and Director of Programs at Yoga Matrika and Matrika Prenatal.  She hopes you will visit her soon and often at The Mat, an intimate space for yoga, meditation and healing in Squirrel Hill, Pittsburgh, PA, 15217. 

Putney Girl

I once spent a most beautiful summer in Putney, Vermont.  Although my skin is that of an urban flower, the rivers of my soul belong to nature.  My arrival in Putney marked the end of the long strange trip of my junior year of college which had included the accumulation of a new fluency in Mandarin Chinese and a taste of adult pain that had included the cuisine of the death of a dear friend and two broken hearts; the one I broke and the broken one I carried with me.   These dishes were seasoned with the delights of love in another tongue and the great peace that came with finding something I wanted to know with my great young heart and open mind.  At the pit of the meal, was an accumulation of evidence that I carried equally the burden of adulthood and a serene liberation from the confines of childhood.  So when the administrator of the school where I was working announced that staff was welcome to adopt newly born kittens from the farm, it was a naive and genuine newly minted sense of stability and responsibility that encouraged me to accept one of these most beautiful new kittens as my own.  With great confidence that we’d always be living elsewhere, I named her Putney.  At the end of the summer, she returned to Philadelphia with me and kept my feet warm and my apartment feeling like home until I traded in my tissue-thin stability for a one way ticket to China a year later.  My mother, an absolute sucker for anything less than 30 pounds with furr, whiskers and a desire for catnip,  stepped-in and mothered Putney for the next 13-years until tonight when I was given the great gift of the opportunity to accompany Putney as she took her last few breaths.  As she started to drift, I reminded her of some of our most special adventures and I felt her purr and release under the palm of my hand.

Put-Put Girl!  Put-Put Girl!  Put-Put Girl! 

Goodbye.