A New Beginning
Wow, its been a while since I’ve written in this blog. Oh, how interesting that such lengths of time go by, during which I am not moved to write what-so-ever, not tempted to record my journey through life. I suppose that usually I am moved to write when my life is indeed taking a journey, when its not sitting stagnant in the middle of a big puddle of predictability.
Yet, even though I am not leaving the country right now, I feel drawn to write, drawn to pour the inter-workings of this thinking brain of mine out to the universe. Perhaps this is my beginning of a different sort of journey. It sure has been feeling like one.
Once upon a time, in a way-long time ago (last October), I stumbled across a place called an Ashram, during an Otesha bike trip. I liked it so much, I went back. For an entire month.
An Ashram is a yoga study centre, where individuals can stay and volunteer through Karma Yoga, or take courses, and explore the deeper teachings available. In a walnut shell, an Ashram is a centre for spiritual and personal development, achieved through different forms of Yoga. Yoga is not all bends and twists, my friends.
This Ashram is one of very few in North America, and is called the Yasodhara Ashram. It was started by a woman named Swami Sivananda Radha, and primarily focuses on spiritual teachings found in Eastern regions of Europe, specifically India.
(Google Co-ordinates of above photo: 49.711223,-116.865419, facing SW)
And so, I’m moving there. For, 8 months. I’m taking a course called the Yoga Development Course, or the YDC. The course is 3 months long, and I’m staying an additional 5 to pay off a bursary I’ve received for the course.
What is the course all about, you ask? Well, good question. The course focuses on individual spiritual and personal development.. in a nut shell. I guess it’ll be about whatever I make it about. But, the many individuals whom I’ve spoken to about it, have said that the course was “the best single gift they’d ever given themselves, in (their) whole lives”. I like gifts, I think.
In fact, the Ashram, and the workshops I’ve already done there in the last month, have already provided me with more clarity of thought, more ‘gifts’ of heightened awareness into my own life that I can only dream of what an experience such as the YDC could bring. After being at the Ashram for the month of November, and returning to Vancouver in December to move out of my room and to prepare for the transition back to the Ashram, I already notice a huge change in myself. I notice I am more aware about my speech. I feel I am more aware of my ego, and the affect it has on my life. I am more aware of the tendency in myself to lean out on my surroundings (friends, religion, family, hobbies) for support. I have discovered, since returning to my old life in Vancouver, that I have been running, and hiding from myself. THIS, is something that I find really interesting. I can’t believe after all this time, I hadn’t seen this in myself?! I have recently collected all of my old journals. I plan to read them. For some reason, this scares me a little. What is it about my past that Im afraid of?
I have also revisited my past in a more physical way. The above shot is of a trail I frequently rode as a kid. This particular section, is of special importance, because of an event that happened here in my childhood..
Cow Brain to Cow Feet:
Prodeed forward, occupy gravel trail, thus obtaining land of freedom.
Tyler Brain to Brian Buchnanan’s Ears:
“Hey man, I love riding bikes with you on the Galloping Goose Regional Trail. ..What the haybale, there’s a cow on the trail!”
Left Cow brain to Right Cow brain:
Warning. Intruders entering immidiate proximity. Proximity alert. Get the hell out of here.
Cow Brain to Cow Legs:
Begin forward momentum. Don’t go go too fast, bessy. You’ll upset the milk.
And there they were. Little Brian Buchanan and Little Tyler Walker puttering slowly along on their bicycles, stuck in traffic, behind.. a cow.
But wait! Brian deakes left, and tries to go for a pass! The cow spots him, and casually.. forces Brian off the trail, and into a marsh.
Tyler flairs up his engines. He makes it past! Only to realize he’s by himself.. Where’s Brian? Tyler spots a sloppy brown object emerge with a bicycle from a swamp. Bike Zombies?
And that’s why Tyler still eats free-range hamburger. ..Sometimes.
Above: Benny, the coolest, most completely loving and permanently zen-like dog I know. Either that, or he’s just become a little slower with old age. Or both?
Below: “Name-less” the Sheep, a neighbor. This, is the fattest-looking, puffiest, most block-like sheep I have ever met. And I’ve known a lot of sheep.
And like other sheep I’ve met, the only, ONLY way he wanted to interact, was with his tongue.
So here I am. Floating, in a time of transition, drifting, in a lake of possibilities, loving, putting my feet where the clouds are, letting the current of life take me, putting my head closer to the earth, closer to my home, closer to my heart, and the ones that I keep in it.
Where am I going next? Who am I, really? What’s my secret middle name?
These, and other mysteries will have to be answered in another episode.
My middle name is Robert.
With respect and love,
Tyler