Guru Kaur's Blog
Wednesday, 14 October 2015
On each of the five Sundays of November Guru Kaur will be leading day workshops on various themes, tailored to suit the participants’ needs, from the Be the Woman Course.
This one-off opportunity can be attended as a series or individual days.
All days are hosted at a venue a few minutes’ walk from Canada Water Tube in London SE16. Numbers are strictly limited to a small group only.
Tuesday, 15 September 2015
Oban, Scotland - 1st to 4th October 2015
Thursday, 1st October 6.30-9.30pm: Health & Vitality
Friday, 2nd October 5.30-8.30pm: Meditation
Saturday, 3rd October 5.30-8.30pm Candlelit Celebration
Sunday, 4th October 5.30-8.30pm Be the Woman (women only)
Sunday, 4th October 11am-2pmSunday Easdale Island Walk
Monday, 24 November 2014
Winter Solstice Celebration
@ The Circle Spa, Queen Elizabeth Street, Southwark, London SE1 2JE
Sunday, 21st December 2014 -5pm onwards
Booking - Please book via the Reception at The Circle Spa on 020 7378 7112 in advance as spaces are limited.
The Winter Solstice, marking the shortest day and the longest night of the year, on Sunday 21st December 2014, brings us to a point of reflection.
In the darkness of our lives, where is the light? The simple answer is within each of us. To see it we need to calm the thought waves of the mind. A beautiful way to achieve that is by observing the stillness of a pool of azure blue water, chanting a simple sound current, listening to the harmony echoed from the water's surface, feeling the connection through the air and the water with others, and tasting the joy of uplifting yourself through a magical experience.
How do we offer gratitude?...
Monday, 03 November 2014
Life comes in waves, with ups and downs, calms and exhilaration, the extraordinary and the mundane, hard work and coasting, and lots of different ports to find shelter, recuperation and the will to continue. And then life comes full circle, as it did this weekend.
Yesterday Nick and I took Millie-Pup to be blessed by the relics on the Buddha Relics Tour...
Monday, 29 September 2014
At breakfast on Saturday Nick and I were discussing our day's plan when he casually mentioned "maybe I could go as a passenger".
It was quite a late start to this year's Great River Race, a 22 mile rowing marathon up the Thames which starts a couple of miles from home on the other side of the river. Millie-Pup and I drove him there and then decided to stay to enjoy the warm weather and ambience for a pleasant couple of hours while he photographed.
The atmosphere at the start is so different to that which lines the route of the London Marathon which runs near our house. Here it was all about communities supporting their boats, teams rowing for each other, with jolly ho-ho-ho banter, and lots of sun worn and salt stained clothing often covered up with fancy dress.
Friday, 18 July 2014
This urban heat wave has captured our City in its annual dazzling extravaganza of summer hedonistic pleasure, all sultry shadows and lazy breezes, melting sorbet flavoured moods and hazy discipline. As I just drove back home in the midday sun, the gentle caress of the barely there air through the open windows wafted me back in time. Time stood still. Time passing had no meaning. Time was in my imagination. Time didn't exist.
For here I was, driving home along an exhaust choked South London road, coming back after a very satisfying session in the pool, just as I had done exactly - and it is exactly to the day - thirty years ago. Nothing seemingly is different...
Thursday, 10 July 2014
I feel deeply touched that The International Kundalini Yoga Teachers Assocation in 2014 has honoured me as an Inspirational Teacher.
- her great knowledge, unique tapestry of skills and radiance
- her excellent Be the Woman you were Born to Be course
- her true understanding of life is inspirational
- Guru Kaur is the teacher who leads by example. She inspires not only by teaching but also how she lives. She helps me to expand, set higher standards and live up to my potentials. For me she is The Teacher.
- Guru Kaur strictly follows the teachings of Yogi Bhajan so her students can be confident that they are following his path. She is dedicated to teaching and recognises the uniqueness of every student supporting each in their individual needs.
In the words of Richard Burton, the traveller, explorer and author, it is honour...
Saturday, 28 June 2014
A list came round recently on Facebook of ten things that money can't buy. For the sake of completeness here it is:
- Common Sense
When I look at this list, what stands out to me is how these essentially describe a selfless being who is enlightening his soul not offloading his emotions by dumping on others. They reflect the human who enjoys life in its most simple, and therefore most beautiful, form.
When I read that list again I see that this list best describes those who have faced challenges and healed through them. These are not states of consciousness which can be bought for money, nor necessarily can they be bought in time. They are the result of education...
Monday, 05 May 2014
Max Clifford has been found guilty of serious sexual offences which took place several decades ago: the King of Spin has fallen. Many others who perpetrated similar crimes against young women will be quaking in their boots that the long arm of the law will come knocking on their doors and what they had imagined would be history and go to the grave with them will be revealed. What for Max Clifford was a moment of sexual gratification was a lifetime of torment for each of the girls involved. Prison may not treat him too kindly, but no amount of time banged up is going to repair the damage he did.
There has been a sea change...
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Wednesday, 16 April 2014
The stuff that gives New Age, Hippie lifestyles a very bad reputation is actually, you'll discover if you can get over the "all vegetarians eat is grass" jokes, something rather special. It sounds utterly disgusting, doesn't it, Wheatgrass Buttermilk Shake with overtones of earth mother excess underpinned by holier than thou one-up-man-ship. Tell yourself it's good for you and you'll probably conclude that you need to pinch your nose to down it in one.
My dears, not so, not so at all, a feast for all your senses and your wellbeing alike awaits you, the epitome of deluxe deliciousness in a cup. First there's the colour and if you use Live Wheatgrass...
Thursday, 09 January 2014
Recently I was asked what it was to be a teacher. Here's my reply:
"Teaching is an attitude of life. Teaching is a training in sharing wisdom wisely, giving an experience which allows us to change our perspective on the value we place on life itself. Teaching is a commitment, a responsibility, an honouring and a gift. Being a teacher is a grace bestowed on us, not something we do....
Monday, 28 October 2013
Food unites us. Food allows us to cross boundaries. Food defines us, creates us, destroys us. Food is a universal concept which happens to be edible, full of flavours, textures and all those culinary buzz words with a twist, a source of pleasure on the palate, a source of guilt on the hip, an unspoken divine love in the heart. Most of all though food, in all its eating, sharing, cooking, washing up, service, clearing up, and shopping, is beyond our comprehension in how it shapes our lives.
Around the Ides of September this year, I came to realise just quite how true this is.....
Friday, 12 October 2012
Right up there in the frieze of our culinary pantheon, taking centre stage if you please, sit Chocolate Digestives and her consort Cream of Tomato Soup. I doubt there's a kitchen cupboard up and down this land which doesn't have a little shrine of a packet of one and a tin of the other to prey on when things aren't as rosy as we'd wish. They definitely work some sort of magic, are a quick emergency fix to warm the spirits so don't knock it. They heal parts of you which, quite simply, nothing other than perhaps their handmaiden of hot crusty bread or warm buttered toast and her partner a steaming mug of coffee can get close to in answering your prayers for a soothing sign from on high that everything will be OK, won't it. Mothers feed tins of tomato soup to their children to get over school; teenagers venture out thinking that by turning on the gas under it, they've actually cooked for themselves; students drink it in mugs in the middle of the night to hand in essays smudged in it; and it's always so good to know that it's there on a chilly evening on returning on the late train from a show up in town.
But if you can get your act together just a little bit more than reaching for the tin-opener to keep your body and soul together then making your own Cream of Tomato Soup is just the ticket to open the door to inner delight and eternal happiness. Soon you'll be forgetting that distinctive Deity Branding and her 57 Varieties. You'll be the Domestic Goddess that they remember. What's more, apart that is from just how heavenly it tastes, is it's really easy to make, just don't tell anyone our secret, will you. And, you can get the next meal ready at the same time, something just as yummy, celestially inspired to keep all demons at bay.
Saturday, 22 September 2012
We're at the Autumn Equinox, the celebration of the sun inch by inch enjoying lying in bed later and later each morning and then sinking below the horizon ever earlier making evenings longer than ought really be legal. You just know you have to look at everything now in its warm light and chilled air with a little linger, just one more peak before it's all an etched memory, to see matured, rounded abundance still on show, to accept that very soon, maybe even tomorrow, it will be all change when the leaves will denude the trees to reveal their innermost sinewy and tactile limbs. This crossroads of wardrobes, when the outside brazenly parades in its lingerie while we unflatteringly bundle up in layer after interminably layer, marks just the time to capture that carefree hop, skip and a jump of the summer's holiday to kindle your fire on some dark nights ahead. Keep making chutney.
Sunday, 16 September 2012
A golden tint on the tree outside our bedroom caught my eye as I opened up the curtains this morning, but not from the dazzling early morning rising sun of last month. Now, the leaves are just starting, just, to turn over from their green prime and into their Autumnal glory and we know that soon they will make their way round the colour wheel, through red and bronze brown to non-existent. As we approach the Autumn Equinox next week heralding the drawing of the curtains in time for tea and socks instead of sandals, each moment of this late summer sunshine brings a treasure to remember, not only of those carefree, lazy, hazy days of summer and our salad days but of these all too brief days where we are still enjoying the fruits of the earth's summer labour and preparing for the wintry scenes ahead.
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.
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.
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.
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.