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- Yoga to the People -

invites you to

vinyasa yoga classes in Ibiza
- private and group -

by

Beatrice Lorenzetti

The Invitation

It doesnít interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
It doesnít interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesnít interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by lifeís betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesnít interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even if its not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from The presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the sliver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesnít interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesnít interest me who you are and how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesnít interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

source: Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder May 1994

Healing the Child Within

Hear What Iím Not Saying

Donít be fooled by me. Donít be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that Iím afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art thatís second nature with me, but donít be fooled. For Godís sake donít be fooled. I give you the impression that Iím secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that the waterís calm and Iím in command, and that I need no one.
But donít believe me. My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing. Beneath lies no complacence. Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness. But I hide this. I donít want anybody to know it. I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed. Thatís why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only hope and I know it. That is, if itís followed by acceptance, if itís followed by love. Itís the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from the barriers I so painstakingly erect. Itís the only thing that will assure me of what I canít assure myself, that Iím really worth something. But I donít tell you this. I donít dare. Iím afraid to. Iím afraid your glance will not be followed by acceptance, will not be followed by love. Iím afraid youíll think less of me, that youíll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. Iím afraid that deep-down Iím nothing, that Iím just no good, and that you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate pretending game, with a facade of assurance without and a trembling child within. So begins the glittering but empty parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in the suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything thatís really nothing, and nothing of whatís everything, of whatís crying within me. So when Iím going through my routine, do not be fooled by what Iím saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what Iím not saying; what Iíd like to be able to say, what for survival I need to say, but what I canít say. I donít like to hide.

I donít like to play superficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me, but youíve got to help me. Youíve got to hold out your hand even when thatís the last thing I seem to want. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead. Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time youíre kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings but wings!

With your power to touch me into feeling, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a creator - an honest-to-God creator - of the person that is me if you choose to. You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble, you alone can remove my mask, you alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison, if you choose. Please choose to. Do not pass me by.
It will not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach to me the blinder I may strike back. Itís irrational, but despite what the books say about man, often I am irrational. I fight against the very thing that I cry out for. But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope. Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands but with gentle hands for a child is very sensitive. Who am I, you may wonder? I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet and I am every woman you meet.

source: ďHealing the Child WithinĒ

Beatrice Lorenzetti Yoga Curriculum

Yoga Curriculum

Beatrice Lorenzetti
Septiembre 28, 1985

Beatrice-lorenzetti@hotmail.com
600395187
Inglťs / EspaŮol / Italiano
 

 PROFESSION
Yoga to The People - New York City / d.s.frenk@gmail.com, yttp.tt@gmail.com
 
John Strasberg Studios - Power Flow Yoga (Yoga para actores),
New York City 2008 / judifire@yahoo.com

Clases Privadas - Clase privadas en Italiano. New York City 2008 / 
francirosa@hotmail.it
 

STUDIOS
HATHA YOGA
Amarit Desai:Yoganidra: The Posture of Consciousness,
Third eye Meditation. www.amrityoga.com
Michael Swornick

VINYASA YOGA (Bikram roots)
Greg Gumucio & Cindy Linenbrink: Yoga to The People
Katite Gumucio:  Inner Sunset Yoga College of India
Sam Chase: Yoganidra / Anatomy of Posture (anatomŪa de las asanas)
Jean Tessario: OM Yoga
ASHTANGA YOGA
Lori: Ashtanga Yoga Intensive
(sobre correciůn postural y ajustes en las asanas)
    www.aysnyc.org / www.thaimassagetherapy.com
OTHER
Meditation from the source: Osho Dynamic Meditation:
Sunder Ashni /PremNeerajam
http://meditationfromthesource.googlepages.com/aboutus
Kathy van Koerber: Butoh Dance
Yi-Ching: The Science of Breathing (tťcnicas de respiraciůn)
EFT: Emotional Freedom Techniques. www.emofree.com
Dr. Meg Hayes: Yoga Anatomy
http://www.ohsu.edu/health/meet-our-staff/doctors/doctor.cfm?id=11136
 

 
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Bibi Lorenzetti

Yoga To The People
Vinyasa Flow

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