THE PHOENIX HAS RISEN
Hello! Thanks for your patience… I have been MIA. And I can’t promise it won’t happen again. Life is running on high-speed right now as I transition into my new life. But here I am and I wanted to share something with you before the joy of it slowly wears off.
Recently I attended The Phoenix Weekend…
You know the Phoenix right? No? Here, let Wiki do the talking:
A phoenix is a mythical bird with a colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet (or purple, blue, and green according to some legends. It has a 500 to 1000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again.
So, you can imagine then that this weekend, held on the first weekend of February, was all about the rebirth of a new year, new life from the ashes of the year gone by.
It was by far the most magical way to ice this year, to feel a connection to like-minded people and to enter my 30s doing the things I love.
The Phoenix Weekend was created by Angel and Matt Singmin, two local Sydney peeps who created Future Sound of Yoga. This duo know their music, they know yoga and they know how to create a connected, inspiring experience.
The weekend is all about meditation, music, dancing, yoga, learning, sharing and experiencing. The ‘line-up’ of international yoga teachers absolutely blew my mind. I was able to experience the beautiful Vinyasa flow of Katy Appleton, which literally inspired a sense of power yet vulnerability. The amazing Anna Phillips encouraged me to consider moving with mindfulness through my yoga practice, despite knowing it by rote. Gwyn Williams taught us the art of acro yoga and finally, the infamous Mark Whitwell changed the way I look upon ‘yoga’.
Daphne Tse, folk and acoustic singer lead a kirtan that dived so deep inside that I was flooded with tears and an overwhelming sense of connection to the people I love most in my life – all through her words and her voice. A mixture of sadness and elation. All in the same breath. She truly took me by surprise.
I relished in delicious yoga nidra sessions (psychic sleep meditation), delicious food and of course a future sound of yoga session – we’re talking dress-ups and raving like it’s 1999 again.
Being a volunteer at the weekend also meant that I was able to spend time with other yoga teachers. We chatted about shared experiences and just unashamedly got to be ourselves, in our yogi skin, without having to censor our thoughts and feelings. Let me tell you, we made the youtube clip ‘shit yogis say‘ pale in comparison!
Pretty unbelievable stuff for one little weekend away huh? It’s kind of hard to put down in words just how awesome this experience was… just trust me on this, it was incredible.
I wanted to share this with you so you can diarise it for next year. It’s well worth the wait.
But also I wanted to hopefully inspire you to go and do something that you love, share it with other people and do it just because you can. No analysing, no reasoning, just put yourself out there and experience! Despite all the new and interesting things I learnt over the weekend, the main thing that has stuck with me is that living today with passion is all that matters. The now. Like the Phoenix who sheds its past life and is reborn new, we should do the same each and everyday…
Signing off with an exhale.
Pause. Listen. Live.