Guru Kaur's Blog
Accounting for Life
Monday, 27 February 2012
When I'm asked "was there one moment in your career which really changed you?" then this is it.
The Epic of Modern Day Truth
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
We're living in the middle of an epic, it's being written around us, only you may not know it because it's barely being reported in the British media. Following the tradition first laid out by Homer's double bill of the Iliad and Odyssey and just two millennia on since Vergil premièred his Aeneid, the allegorical blockbuster about the downfall of Rome, we have the Leveson Inquiry. This is our epic, the story of our civilisation which will doubtless be studied by phalanxes of undergraduates in centuries to come as the backdrop to the collapse of monetary currency, the infertility of nations, and the plague of super-bugs.
Vergil's "Arma Virumque Cano" is an electric, all-embracing opening sequence announcing his epic's terms of reference as arms and the man, or rather war and the new Emperor, giving us, the reader a couple of thousand years later, as good an insight as we're ever get to what was really going on behind the new Caesar Augustus' spin-doctors' façade. Lord Justice Leveson's clarion cry of inquiring into culture, practice and ethics in just one, but probably the most illuminating, arena of modern life, the British press, reflects what now ails our civilisation as we turn the page of another millennium.
Reflections on a Book
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Turning points in our lives come from the people we meet, the places we visit and the books we read. It's an old aphorism, I know, but one which, for me, has just taken on a new dimension: you can now get it three-in-one. The Golden Temple: Reflections of the Past, by Parmjit Singh and Amandeep Madra, may be contained in a white, gold-embossed hard cover and sit elegantly on the coffee table, but the word book doesn't really spring to mind. This is an experience: a book to visit, a place to meet, and people to read, just like the Golden Temple itself.
Those privileged to get hold of one of the remaining limited first edition copies (most were pre-sold to fund its production) of this exquisite tome will probably treat it with similar reverence and respect perhaps to that given to the very first illuminated books over a thousand years ago.
The Journey to Peace
Friday, 30 September 2011
London Buses, iconic in the blazing glory of their red livery and solid Empire-building shape, ply the streets of our capital like little red blood cells along its arterial routes bofore meandering out into its limbs. It often surprises me how they link quite unexpected parts of London together, making connections which defy the obvious, and yet have been chosen for how they best serve the whole community which is London. I grew up in Kennington getting the old fashioned double decker 159 or 3 up to the West End and still those numbers sing to me of journeys long gone, but never forgotten, to a world at the heart of the city.
Society Solution: Women's Education
Wednesday, 07 September 2011
Now that everyone's back from their hols, we can return to the thorny issue of the civil unrest in London and many other major UK cities this summer. Although pundits and politicians all took time out, either by returning to the capital from their holiday destinations or writing some pithy piece, to get us to contemplate the causes of all this rioting. Over the summer much of it was about failures in general in the system but now Parliamentary committees are meeting to draw up action plans so this doesn't just remain a cerebral exercise.
There are key themes which appear from the summer's discussions: we need values and an education system which nurtures respect, leadership, care and discipline instead of greed, me-me-me, and boredom. I agree.
However, I feel passionately that there is one area which is not being addressed: women and educating them to be women.
Of course we have equal rights, but we also have a right to learn the art, science and way of being a woman. These are not taught by the cadet force, competitive sports, nor domestic science.
Iain Duncan-Smith MP, Work and Pensions Secretary in the current Government highlighted five areas which need to be addressed. Behind each one a woman is the solution.
Before It's Too Late...
Monday, 22 August 2011
When we first created Be the Woman You were Born to Be as an online course and community I wasn't really sure how it would compare to the many live Be the Woman... workshops which I had led. Sure it would mean that women all over the world would be able to participate, in a way which worked for them, but would we be able to maintain the intimacy and respect? The answer has been a resounding yes.
There has though been one downside: you can start whenever you like. And I never anticipated that that could be an issue. What I've learned is that when I used to travel through a city to do a workshop, there was a now or never attitude which often tipped the balance into getting a woman to consider whether she could benefit by improving her emotional literacy as a woman. Now though the option remains of living on the never-never. Until it's too late.
That point was brought home to me this week when a woman who is going through a deep crisis asked me if she would benefit from Be the Woman... Of course, I replied, every woman needs to learn this stuff; I consider it the minimum requirement for any woman...
Well, what did you expect me to say? She expected me to say that she was different, her problem was special, hers only, no one else had ever gone through what she was going through. If only she could have removed her arrogance as enthusiastically as she had walked into this problem, she might just not be in the terrible dilemma she is in today.
It comes back to me again and again how little we as women are taught to be women and how much we are expected to know as women. The very seed for Be the Woman... was sown when I was sitting with an incredibly inspiring and powerful woman in her own right who told it to me straight as no one else had ever dared: "You have not scratched the surface of what you can achieve by being a Woman."
That advice, which only a woman can give to a woman, changed my whole perspective: I thought at the time that I was highly successful with all the external signs of that of a great husband, home and career. But she was right, I just didn't have a clue about the basics, and it took a lot to take that onboard. Until then I had not considered that being a woman, in and of itself, was an art, a science, and a way of being.
I'm telling you this now because here we are at the height of the summer holidays, lulled into that false sense of security that they go on forever. But life's not like that. Unless you decisively act to make your life better then it will go on just how it was. I'm still amazed how few women actually put sorting themselves out as such a low priority in their lives. Until it's too late...
You Tell 'Em, Mama
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Yesterday I was called as a witness to give evidence to the impeccably impartial Planning Inspector, appointed by the Secretary of State, to assess whether the plan for our local area, put forward by Southwark Council, was appropriate. The plan is for dense and high rise buildings on the last remaining undeveloped land round here. My vision is for the whole area to be turned into an Arboretum and Ecological Sanctuary.
As I sat in that room, all set up to be official, in Southwark Council's offices, I couldn't help but feel that we were fiddling while London burns. The plan we were discussing was totally retrospective, a throwback to the corporate self-aggrandisement of the 1980s. Looking around at the vacant and smug faces of the suits (male and female) I pondered if the greed in the room was so different to that looting which was going on in the High Streets and Shopping Centres of Southwark.
Home Sweet Home
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Forget that the Golden Temple, Amritsar, Punjab is the most beautiful building beyond the imagination. Forget that it is considered the Heart Chakra of this planet, probably the only place in the world where there is constant recitation of sacred texts and the name of God on everyone's lips 24/7. Forget that this thread of daily, nightly, minute-by-minute devotion has been spun unbroken for centuries. Forget every photo you've ever seen of it in your local take-away. Forget all that.
From that moment when you first arrive at the whole Golden Temple Complex, leave your shoes in the 100% reliable filing system, wash your feet in prayer saturated water, and then walk through the thought-bleaching, nirvana (beyond colour) inducing, glaringly white marble and down the steps to bow, head down, everything begins to shift. Then the moment. Slowly...
The Luxury Money Can't Buy: Community
Tuesday, 05 July 2011
Meditation in the Park 2011 was an extraordinary day, permeated full of such sweetness, warmth and pleasurable happiness which we often dare not to imagine is possible in our modern phrenetic world. And yet it happened. 2000 people came together in a South London park to enjoy life, to experience good food, green spaces and a clear mind.
To read the feedback and see the photographs please visit the Meditation in the Park web site.
Community Making Days
Friday, 10 June 2011
Sewing and meditating are two of my favourite things, and here we're bringing the two together. I hope that you'll come along to Russia Dock Woodland on 26th June for Meditation in the Park and sit on one of these beautiful mats. I just love how the coffee sacks have come round the world as packaging and here we are stitiching them to some of the most beautiful English interiors fabric. Classy!
Sweetness and Light
Monday, 09 May 2011
Yesterday over 50 people came to Russia Dock Woodland to enjoy Photography in the Park led by Nick Fleming, my husband. We served biscuits I had made and returned with a tin which didn't even have any crumbs left in it for Millie-Pup.
Portrait of My Mother
Sunday, 24 April 2011
"It's not very flattering, is it, as a portrait of your mother" said the man standing next to me as we both looked, somewhat dazed and confused, at Juan Gris' Portrait of Artist's Mother painted when he was at the height of his Cubist phase.
And yet, within that major Cubism retrospective of the early 1980s it is that painting which most got me thinking about the relationship between the artist and his subject, his subject and her beauty, the painter and his projections, the viewer and the work of art now hung on a gallery wall, framed and insured for millions and millions. "Your mother wouldn't like it if you painted her like that" he continued, with the sure knowledge only a husband can have.
To Eat is Human; To Digest Divine
Thursday, 03 March 2011
It's official: it's been the gloomiest winter on record here in London with washed out, opaque heavy skies hiding any hint that there is, really there is, a sun out there which shines even when we don't see it. It's a leap of faith I know to believe that it's there, but it is. The lacklustre heavens though do more than dampen out all the colour from our lives; they make everything look drab, not that the objects are washed out but the light begins to play tricks with us so we start to see the world through greyed out eyes. Either you fall into the trap of getting all depressed, or you rise up to find inspiration in the most unlikely places.
The Celebrity of Timeless Beauty
Monday, 14 February 2011
There's nothing new under the sun. No, really there isn't. Every drama that unfolds, be it in real life, on the silver screen, the boards, or on the box, in 3D, HD or in the flesh, it's all been done before. Whether it's tragedy you're after, comedy, soap operas, or even reality TV, pretty much everyone got there before you, most likely Shakespeare, that genius of the Play of Life. But even the Bard wasn't always the original and often had to doff his cap to those who were there at the very inception of modern day theatre a couple of millenia ahead of his game.
Beyond Searching for Lost Time
Thursday, 03 February 2011
Mention Madeleines, those yummy little lemony cakes, in intellectual company - you know the type who read good-for-you classics - and invariably the conversation turns to that exalted moment in Proust's magnum opus, In Search of Lost Time, when he discovers the key to his Universe when served a Lemony Cake (Fr: Madeleine):
Brompton World Championship 2010
Friday, 31 December 2010
I love my Pink Brompton, the iconic British designed and built folding bicycle. It's how I potter around Rotherhithe, along the River Thames, through Russia Dock Woodland, and to teach Yoga at the Farm. Most Saturdays we fit it with wicker baskets and venture off a mile or so upstream to Borough Market and Maltby Street for our weekly food shop. Occasionally we put our Bromptons in the boot of the car when we go down to the beach so that we can bicycle along the cliff paths before having a Cream Tea and then going for a stroll in the sunset with the sand between our toes.
Meditation in the Park 2010
Saturday, 10 July 2010
Meditation in the Park this year was glorious, full of intense sunshine and delights. All the organisers hope that it inspires you to see the world a bit differently and make changes which allow you to enjoy it more. You can download for free here what you learned (or missed!) on the day and take the new experiences from Meditation in the Park further.
Stillness
Thursday, 22 April 2010
For what seems like forever, but is probably only just over a week or so, here in London we've had days of eternal sunshine. The English weather does things like this so really it's not that surprising. But it's been very special. It's been silent.
No Excuses: Here's a Kundalini Yoga Set for You
Wednesday, 04 November 2009
I taught a powerful set of Kundalini Yoga at Living in Oneness in London in October 2009. Afterwards I recorded an audio guided version of the class, with music specially composed for it by our business partner, Hari Karam Singh. Please accept this gift to yourself... NB it doesn't work if you don't do it!
The Only Secret of Beauty
Friday, 18 September 2009
