Photo: Beneton meeting dogs in the park of Tervuren. The smallest of the band, for those who did not know him.
Some years ago, not so important how many, we started to practice yoga together with a small group of people and friends. I was in the teacher training and full of desire to share what I was learning. The studio was a living room; the dog called Beneton was still in his best years. He loved the sessions, too, waiting until we come to the lying-down positions. That was his moment to jump up and harass everybody with happy kisses. He was also a master of downward facing dog asana. Beneton is gone, as my cousin put it – He is in the kingdom where deer always wait to be caught.
This summer 2017, two of my living room yoga band finished their viniyoga teacher training. Four years of studying, deepening the experience of a spiritual warrior. We have seen each other regularly during those years, on the mat, at the table of our favourite Indian restaurant called Agra, on walks in the park of Tervuren.
What does a yoga instructor diploma mean? Well, a little and a lot, as it goes with everything worldly. It is the fruit, the achievement, to be taken lightly, to be offered to the service, to be savoured with joy.
Grateful I am – for the gift of friendship and sharing. Remembering Beneton who was born on the very special day of summer eclipse in 1999 and lived his dog time to the full.
We learn to accept life in all its uncertainty and ephemeral nature. For Beneton it was so natural to run, love and, finally, let go. Not so easy for us, humans. Nevertheless, here we are and all the gifts of the present moment. Gentle summer rain breaks a sweltering heat wave. I love the dance of elements.
Wishing trust into the chosen path to all the yoga teachers. Dedicating this blog to Françoise and Kassia, of course. Well-done, girls.