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I found Grace Within at Women’s Camp

Just this morning I was reflecting over the many, many, many hours I spent at Women's Camp with Yogi Bhajan. We did wild things: climbed walls, marched with babies in baby carriers on our backs in the NM dessert, did our own security for the

camp, cooked our food, washed our own dishes and clothes, built and

sat in mud-pits, gathered in sweatlodges, took turns as we sat for

many 72 hour long meditations, hand stitched our ripped big top back

together after a torrential storm....and on and on it goes.

During these summers we got to disconnect from life as we knew it, and

immerse ourselves in the company of just women with Yogi Bhajan as our

only male polarity, and it was transformational.

Because no one had ever told me that as a woman I contain the powerful

energy of creation.  That through the purity of my heart, I could

learn to beam my psyche to create my life.

 

That prayer is not sitting down and closing my eyes and repeating some

words, hoping someone would hear them and comply with my wishes.

Instead I learned that prayer was my every projection, my thoughts,

words, actions.  At first it was a bit overwhelming to be told again

and again that we as women were the nucleus of it all.  That women

hold the power to bring peace, save generations from falling, and keep

families together.  Of course the main question we had was:  Well,

what about him what is his responsibility, what about the government,

what about....  Basically we were asking those questions which helped

us to identify that we had been afflicted with:  no way its my

responsibility.....too big....

Yet, at our camp,  as I practiced the art of living simply, doing

yoga and tons of meditations, day after day, week after week, I did

feel a sense of power which I had never  experienced.  A power from

the connection to my pure heart.  Not the power of dominance.  A power

of merging, of flowing, of allowing.

And life was forever changed.  Now that I had "tasted" it, I would

notice each time I tried to disconnect and not stay present with what

was, that I in fact was giving up on an opportunity to bring healing.

I was taught that grace was lipstick and polished nails, but I found

grace within.  It was and continuous to be a journey of reflecting the

light of my soul and the purity of my heart versus my fears and

contractions.

Kirn Kaur Khalsa

Co-Director of Yoga Santa Fe

Level 1 and Level 2 Teacher Trainer

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