Guru Kaur's Blog
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...
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.
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...
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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):
Friday, 31 December 2010
Saturday, 10 July 2010
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!
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Spring brings with it new shoots of green, announcing the potential for the summer ahead. Asparagus just sums that up so well! I have just entered this tart in the March Food Joust on the Foodie Blog Roll, the forum for Food Bloggers. It requires that you make a dish using three ingredients. This month they were almonds, asparagus and lemongrass. Here's my entry: Asparagus and Lemongrass Cream Tart.
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
Last week I was a guest at a Mini-Conference hosted by Concordis International, on how to address breaking the vicious cycle of conflict. It dealt with real life in its raw and dirty details which no one wants to know about and few could even dream up to make into a Hollywood plot. The starting point was understanding the extremes of victims and the way out through communication.
Monday, 23 March 2009
There's no quicker way to find out what issues people have, in life as well as about food, then to serve them chocolate. Chocolate's been demonised and idolised; it's been the object of denial and obsession; and everyone has an opinion about it. Please don't blame chocolate when you're looking in the mirror and wondering "does my bum look big in this?". If you ate more than one...
Sunday, 22 March 2009
Friday, 20 March 2009
If you thought that the only place to be in Spring, my dear, is Paris, well think again. This year, Spring has arrived in London with all the warmth of summer's promise, the expansive blue skies of infinite potential, and the fresh vitality that signifies the end of winters' past. It was time to get out there and check out what the trees are wearing this year, and how this year's rendition of spring's birdsong compares with previous number ones. There's a rather incongruous melange far beyond what you normally expect from a City.