workshop description yoga as a healing modality

What begins as physicality, a struggle of bodily limitations, can evolve with an ignited breath and heartfelt intention.
With effort, discipline, concentration, the energy shifts and changes the way we experience ourselves and others.
It affects our moods, our behaviour, our relationships and our sense of self.

With each breath we shed the weight of collected conditioning and limitation. Slowly disentangling from internal dramas
that create impulsive or unwanted reactions and behaviours. Breaking the patterns that cycle to the same outcomes and discontent.
And ultimately revealing the natural self by the incremental removal of all that obscures it.

It is mindful repetition of practice that permits the depth and potency required to promote this healing and transformation.

deeper

As I penetrate the depths of both stillness and silence I am aware of an accompanying whisper.

Will I find my way back?

With the functioning me show up again in time to be all worldly and efficient.

 

If I go, if I let go of this thread of voice of warning, if I let go and fall freely unencumbered will I ever want to come back.

 

Do I have too?

And if I don’t

what will become of you?

opening prayer

with this prayer I light the flame in the dark abode of my soul
in the hope that it's luminosity will guide me home

deep peace

deep peace comes from first making a mess

it is not a place

it is not a place

but a feeling

however, I'm afraid that if I move

If I change something

it will slip away.

presume not

never presume a need to change the method

simply

periodically

your approach to it.

hovering emotion

hovering emotion

pushes gently to the surface

and seeps out

I have no measure of it

yet it's presence opens a door

to an internal reality

i know to be precious.

teacher

blessed are we

whom have had a teacher

sight for the blind

light in the darkness

hope in dispair

opening prayer

I bow

 

with humble reverence

 

to the source that inspires the teachings

 

 

 

through the continuation of practice may we each be guided

 

from the darkness of ignorance towards the light of self-knowledge and clarity.

 

 

 

for those that have walked the path before us and guide the way

 

and those keeping us company in practice each day

 

let us be truly grateful 

 

 

 

amazing people

the most amazing people I have ever met are flawed.

why shouldn't I be too

 

perhaps i'ts part of an unique beauty

I am yet to embrace.

teachers

It's the teachers who gift the practice of yoga to the next generation

god bless them and keep them true.

your name

I close my eyes

open my heart

and breath you in

 

I close my eyes

open my heart

and whisper your name

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gratitude

steeped in gratitude

I rejoice

spirit awakened

a life time changed

for I have dipped my soul in the ocean of yoga

 

seeking authenticity

Seeking Authenticity.

 

ashtanga yoga is ever challenging

to the body to the mind to the spirit of each and every practitioner.

what begins as physicality:

a struggle of bodily limitations

evolves with an ignighted breath and heartfelt intension

then energy shifts

and changes the way we experience ourselves and others

it affects our moods, behaviour and our relationships

as awareness turns in light radiates out.

in a dawning of self realization.

 

 

 

what do you say

What do you say when there are words of negativity
Spoken about the path?

"I say that the speaker has not arrived.

Arrived at a place through the practice
That quenches the thirst of enquiry.

A space beyond thought
Where time has no measure
Open expansive
more restful than sleep.

Where from it arises
A bright clarity
Fresh like jasmine and green apples

an easy contentment
bathed in light
awake
clear
connected
delicious.......

for if they had no negitive words would be spoken.

let me sit by your feet

 

let me sit by your feet.

 

let me sit quietly by your feet and close my eyes.

 

Solid in the heart centre like a cold dark stone I am.

 

nothing comes in

nothing goes out

 

I’m tired from holding it up

terrified to put it down

 

let me sit by your feet and breath in the warmth of you.

 

your stillness sooths me like a mothers lullaby .

 

my tortured tangled mind unravelling

 

I have travelled so far and still I stand blocking my own way

awkward.

 

for to be truly present in your presence,

would surely unleash such intensity of emotion.

 

collapsing the structure that holds me.

holds me together

 

nothing I would be

 

transparent.

 

let me sit by your feet and absorb the rhythm of your breath

 cradled in silence

 

I am as I am

not more not less.

 

 

let me sit quietly at you feet,

 

long

long

after your feet have gone.

 

heavy

sometimes we feel heavy

we carry a weight

a burden

a secret

a shame

sometimes we forget

to put in down

to let it go

to share the load

to laugh

to cry

his light went out

His light went out and the world grew dim,

the time had come,
and though I had told myself I am not sad, 
each of my cells is heavy with aching.

I have closed the window on the world and turned inward to feel you..

I dare not cry 
still a silent stream of tears lines my face,

I am ok, for I am with you always
The best of me is the result of you

 

 

scottland 2013



The last moments in the Bothy.

In here I become porous
a rich stirring of emotion
not quite sadness
not quite grief
not quite melancholic

For there is no negativity

Just a weight

a stirring

a deep deep stirring

a delicate unraveling

more inspiring than unsettling

a rising of pressure

that seeps unannounced from my eyes

or rests just below in waiting

It’s a powerful kind of connectedness

To self

Awake within

I am just on the edge of it

Longing to submerge

If I did not need to move

I would not

The globe spins and we journey down it today back to home

I pray this door stays ajar in transition

And I will not lose the sense of you dancing within.

bio

Dena has been studying and practicing traditional ashtanga yoga for over 30 years. She remains inspired and deeply committed to vast healing potential of this life changing practice. As one of Sri K.Pattabhi Jois's most devoted female students, she completed the fourth series in 1996, and is graced with Certification to teach this method.


25 years ago  Jack began the practice of Ashtanga Yoga and met his future wife Dena. They were married in a ceremony conducted by Amma and Guruji in 1997 and have two children, Zoli and Izac who both reluctantly continue to practice in Mysore.



Dena has disciplined yet lyrical style of teaching.
Her holistic approach looks beyond external form to guide the individual residing within.
Assisted by Jack, family warmth and a love of the practice shine through to create a safe yet provoking class atmosphere.
Together they share workshops across the globe and from their sweet Shala on the shores of Byron Bay.

We hope you can join us.

bio

Dena was 21 when she made her first trip to India, a student of fine art, honing her craft in the field of sculpture at the Southern Cross University.

  

Once the journey of yoga began, the desire to return to Guruji and immerse in the practice  was all consuming. Darkness slowly  surrendered to light. Dena completed the fourth series of ashtanga in 1996 and was graced with certification to teach. She has now been practicing for more than 25 years.

 

Encouraged by Guruji's love of family, Dena and Jack were married in a ceremony conducted by Amma and Guruji in 1997. The arrival of their children, Zoli, now 12 and Izac, now 9, sealed the blessing.

bio

Dena has been studying and practicing traditional ashtanga yoga for 30 years. She is one of Sri K.Pattabhi Jois's most advanced female students. Having completed the fourth series in 1996 she is certified by the Ashtanga Yoga Research Institute of Mysore South India to teach this method.

 

Jack and Dena were married by Guruji in 1997. The arrival of Zoli currently 12 and Izac now 9 has completed the family picture. The path of motherhood has added a gentle compassion to Dena’s disciplined yet lyrical style of teaching.

 

Dena and Jack teach from their simple shala in Byron Bay, the rainforest rimmed beach town on the East coast of Australia. Together they share workshops across the globe and return to Mysore each year.

bio

Dena is a devoted practitioner of Ashtanga yoga and a senior student of the late Sri K Patabhi Jois.
With 30 years of unwavering practice she holds the highest recognized qualification in this method.  

Dena and her husband Jack live in the hills of Goonengerry with their 2 children Zoli and Izac.
They teach both internationally and from their simple shala in Byron Bay.

Life is full and sweet.

INTRODUCTION

 

My name is Dena Kingsberg. I am a dedicated practitioner of Ashtanga Yoga and a senior student of the late Sri K P Jois. I have had a daily practice for 27 years.

 

CYCLE

 

My ashtanga journey began at the age of 21 I was spending from three to six months of each year in Mysore. During this time my moon cycle for the most part was absent. I was unconcerned, underweight, overextended and contented. My cycle returned though always lightly when I was not travelling. I am observant of moon days and ladies holidays.

 

SADHANA

 

Transformation through the practice was my primary focus. From primary to intermediate, then all of advanced A with Guruji adding asanas one by one of advanced B until it was completed. By this time I was the age of 33. My practice took about 4 ½ hours.

 

CHILDREN

 

It was after 15 years practice that I was blessed with the birth of my first child, Zoli. Three years later she was followed by her brother Izac. This is how the landscape unfolded, both internally and externally, along the path to mother hood.

 

JACK

 

Jack joined me in Mysore for the first time in 1995. It was Guruji ( Patabhi )and Ama ( his wife ) who played match - maker and encouraged our romance. Then in 1997 They facilitated our wedding ceremony. During which, Ama said “Australia is a very big country, you should have 10 children”. I anxiously responded, “what about yoga?” And, in unison, Ama and Guruji replied “this is yoga”.

 

CONCEPTION

 

Jack and I had been in relationship for about 8 years, without birth control. We used what we called the gods will method. If it’s gods will then we would conceive. After our marriage we decided to become proactive and used the Dena’s will method. I changed my diet, consciously eating more dairy, more nuts, more oil. I replaced my lean, mean, yoga- machine body with something rounder. I softened my practice, less hours, less heat, less asana, less strength. We booked an island holiday with a keen eye on the timing. (Jack still laughs that I expected to fall pregnant in the first month of trying.) It took 4 months to conceive, without the island and holiday. I was 35.

 

REALITY

 

OMG what have we done. I told him on Christmas day and we were both in shock. ( nothing like ‘in the movies’ )

 

THE FIRST TRIMESTER

 

We weren’t planning to be in Mysore for my first trimester but Sharath and Struthi were getting married. I told Guriji I was pregnant, he simply said “you do” so I did. Not yet at 12 weeks, with minor spotting, major worrying, we headed home. The scan showed all was fine.

 

SECOND TRIMESTER

 

From this point on I made my own way. I practiced according to what felt comfortable. Ignoring books or uninvited advise. I figured that if my body had the intelligence to create this life growing inside me then surely I held the intuition to know what was working for us. Part of me felt it would be important to document, another part felt the process to be truly individual. So many factors needed to be considered before offering advice or guidance to others.

 

THIRD TRIMESTER

 

Have you ever seen a whale? Remarkable how I swelled up to 75 kilos! I think I was concerned about judgment. Others’ opinions that my vegetarian diet would not feed us both. So I just kept on eating ….. My belly was so tight I could hardly back bend: things that I had read in books and watched other expectant mothers do with grace felt uncomfortable. So I practiced every day but I let go of any agenda or expectation. I started to swim; pranayana in the water. It made me peaceful, internal. It felt important to stay strong as my spine changed in shape to accommodate the weight. Each day signified feeling into the intelligence of my own body as it took part in this miracle of creating life.

 

TEACHING

 

I taught Mysore style classes up to 8 and a half months of each pregnancy.

 

POEM

 

I bow to you young spark of the Divine

A twinkle in my partner’s eye From deep within I feel you stir

Empowering my appetite

Drawing from my energy

Swelling of my limbs, my face, my belly

Taking over my body by day, by night.

As we await your arrival

Magic abounds.

 

BIRTH

 

If you who know us, you would also know that we live in the forest, in the hinterland, beyond Byron Bay. Ours is a stone and recycled timber home, we have built with our own hands, over a few decades. At the time of my first pregnancy we had yet to complete the bathroom and conditions at home were, organic, earthy, rustic. So the white tiled sterile bathroom of the birthing suite in Lismore Hospital was a welcome delight. I had placenta previa in the first two trimesters (Placenta previa is a problem of pregnancy in which the placenta grows in the lowest part of the womb (uterus) and covers all or part of the opening to the cervix.) and mild Pre eclampsia (Pre –eclampsia is a medical condition in which hypertension arises in pregnancy) towards the end. I was relieved to be surrounded by people who knew what they were doing and what I should be doing. However I was little overwhelmed by the number of them, mostly unknown to me, making themselves quite a home in the entry of what once was my private parts, reserved only for invited guests.

 

LABOUR

 

The power of labour contractions is unbelievable. Connected to the full force of mother nature at her best. Potent, terrifying, beautiful. The first one ( contraction ) took my feet from beneath me and I am no stranger to pain and intensity. This experience is a woman’s honour. A yogic privilege. My midwife’s name was Mearl. She’s all you could hope for: a solid farm girl with an earnest face. Labour took 4 hours. By about the third hour I realised there was no turning back, nowhere to run. The physical expanse in front of me ( the baby ) somehow had to pass through my delicate passage. Fear, exhilaration, concentration, grand company. These are the words that come to mind. I never doubted I would have a drug free natural birth. If other women had managed it then surely I would too. Primal, honest raw. Pain is only a part of it. Empowerment and surrender are the greater parts.

 

ZOLI

 

Zoli Anastasia Lakshmi Wiseman came to us on the extraordinary day of Sep 6 in the year 2000. Jack took to fatherhood like a bird to flight. He spread his wings to a new expanse and I was overwhelmed with gratitude for his natural capacity. Nothing prepares you for motherhood, the preciousness of this new life and the overwhelming responsibility of care. Guided by intuition you wade through an abundance of conflicting advice hoping it will all be all right. We continued to practice usually very early whilst she slept. Zoli would join me in class each morning, feeding during pranayama. She was then strapped to me or in her hammock during asana practice. The students rejoiced in her presence, watching her grow with love and fascination.

 

MY BODY

 

I was back on the mat as soon as my body allowed, though the effects of birthing and my swollen breasts left me feeling a stranger to my physical being for some time. It’s as if an explosion has gone off in the bottom half of your torso. Bhandas felt like a thing of the past. My pelvic floor felt like it was trailing some miles behind me. It took me two years to fully reclaim my body and my practice. I was in no hurry to lose it again. I bought a ticket to Mysore and was just about on my way when….

 

IZAC

 

They say once the door is open the spirits sneak in. My second pregnancy took me by surprise. I was strong, lean, and practicing without restraint. The second time round was more relaxed in every way. Less extreme. I did not try so hard to hold on. Perhaps it was time to fully surrender into parenting. Izac was born at home outside in the dappled light . No hospital, no midwife. Just Jack and I, and four contractions. This birth was my brightest hour, as a yogini, as a woman. Without fear, without mind, surrounded by nature, bathed in faith and the magic of creation. Izac Viktor Ishvara Wisman was born in the morning on July 30 2003. And now we are four. Ours is a blessed existence and we live in the light of gratitude.

 

CHANGES.

 

I am a different person. I practice for different reasons. Now, as a householder, a new chapter begins with children. I practice because it is who I am not something I do. I now know what it is to be deeply tired. What it is to have a body that is not yours to control: what it is to compromise. I have become a softer person. A better teacher I now have the possibility of empathy, compassion. I know a delightful struggle. I am rich in wonder. I have become worthy of love.

 

PARENTING.

 

In this day and age many parents are encouraging, or even pushing their children to be first: first to walk, first to talk, first to read, ride a bike, etc. If not first, then best. Best in class, best at sport...... How can all the children be best or first? Such expectations lead to disappointment and a loss of self-confidence.

 

 

The heart of the way we live is formed by the ethical principals of yoga, and the desire for holistic and spiritual well being for all. So our children are encouraged to celebrate their youth. They are playfully guided to embrace and learn from nature's eternal wisdom.

 

Having the support of a Steiner education, Zoli and Izac are somewhat protected from the pressures of technology. Both children have grown up thinking that everybody does yoga. Everybody is a vegetarian. As they have grown older and discovered the world beyond the family circle of like-minded people, they begin to both appreciate and question our choices.

 

We have introduced them to asana practice, simple pranayama and have encouraged their capacity for stillness. We truly believe these tools will support them in which ever direction they choose and the unanticipated ones that life presents.

 

Do they always want to practice...? No, but they don't always want to clean their teeth or pick up their belongings either. Once the resistance dissolves, the magic of yoga finds it's way into them. On an intuitive level they understand it. They celebrate it.

 

As parents we strive to be strong enough and clear enough to make choices that support and reflect who we are and the values we live by: not be pushed down (or fall down) the path of connivance or mass non-awareness. We try to lead by example, honour our word and seek to find truth (Theirs as well as ours) whilst loving them and encouraging the light within them to shine.

 

There are many who feel that the path of parenting means the end of life, as we know it. (That could well be true.) And there are those who believe that the spirits of our children choose their parents because of who they are. If this is so.... then surely we owe it to them to continue along our chosen paths with children in company.

 

Just a few short decades ago, to be a yogi, to be practicing yoga was considered eccentric. Now, yoga is as normal in daily life as going to the gym. Those for whom this path is a way of life rather than a recreational exercise know it is essential that we focus to keep our practice alive and consistent. Not at the expense of the wee ones but with their best interests in mind.

 

Daily practice will make us fitter parents.

 

"Tired and parenting is a given.

Surely it's easier to parent tired and contented

Than tired and frustrated."

 

With reduced personal time and sleep, our discipline and patience will be ever challenged. It is perhaps helpful to see parenting as an extension of a yoga practice or YOGA unto itself. If this is achieved, we will then see every moment, every activity, and every interaction as part of the path and an opportunity for transformation and growth.

 

PARENTING nurtures qualities of the heart. It demands a new level of giving, acceptance and non-attachment. Only now can we appreciate what our parents gave or did not give.

 

Only now do we feel like true adults. We simply do the best we can, honouring our children, by harnessing the divine spirit in them. We have continued to travel and expose them to cultures beyond ours. They have been many times to India and both have spiritual names given by our late guru. Zoli is Lakshmi and Izac is Ishvara.

 

They are magnificent children.

Wild and strong. Inquisitive, artistic and musical.

We are in constant awe of them.

 

This path that embraces family is the one prescribed by our guru Shri K Pattabhi Jois. For it and for all his blessings we remain eternally grateful.

 

© Dena Kingsberg 2012