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
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
Kirn Kaur Khalsa
Co-Director of Yoga Santa Fe
Level 1 and Level 2 Teacher Trainer