Great Workshop weekend at a great Anusara Studio in the Heart of Mitte
AcroYoga

mit Yogi und Juli am 6. und 7. August 2011.

AcroYoga verbindet das Wissen des Yoga, das Mitgefühl der Thai Massage und die Dynamik und Kraft der Akrobatik.
Diese drei alten Traditionslinien bilden die Praxis, in deren Mittelpunkt Vertrauen, Verbindung und Verspieltheit stehen.
Im Gegensatz zu anderen Yogastilen, wo man zumeist allein auf der Matte übt, steht in AcroYoga die Gemeinschaft der Übenden im Vordergrund. Sie unterstützen sich in ihrer Praxis gegenseitig.

Für die Teilnahme am Sommerseminar AcroYoga sind Vorerfahrungen oder ein Partner sind NICHT nötig!

Programm.

Samstag 6. August von 15.00 bis18.00 Uhr

Vertrauen, Verbinden und Loslassen

Im therapeutischen Fliegen verbinden wir auf wunderbare Weise (Partner-)Yoga und Thaimassage -  in der Luft und auf dem Boden.
Du wirst lernen, dich in einer sicheren Umgebung mit anderen zu verbinden.
Tauche ein in diese Welt von Vertrauen und Loslassen, Geben und Empfangen, Tragen und Getragen werden.

Sonntag 7. August von 15.00 bis 18.00 Uhr

Fokus, Freude und Flugkünste

Im akrobatischen Fliegen nähern wir uns spielerisch einfacher Partnerakrobatik.
Die Ausrichtungsprinzipien Anusara® Yoga bilden das sichere Fundament fürdiese freudvollen Höhenflüge.
Erfahrt Konzentration, Präzision, Mut und das einzigartige Freiheitsgefühl des yogischen Fliegens!

Ort.
City Yoga, Dorotheenstr. 60, 10117 Berlin

Kosten.
55 €

I’m happy to announce that I’ll be playing drums and percussion for Shimshai’s Berlin show on his first ever tour in Germany!

with Special Guests, Fullmoon-Fire, Jam-Session and more…

12 €

Proceeds will be donated to a circus-projekt in Mexico and peace-work in Israel/Palestine.

Contact and reservation: berlin@shimshai.de

See also: www.shimshai.de and www.shimshai.com

Donnerstag 14 Juli

19:00 Uhr

Statthaus Böcklerpark

Prinzenstr.1, Berlin

~Come out and sing with us~

Come one, Come All!

Come Get Your Dance On!

i remember back to 2003, march through may, being depressed and unproductive. after all, we were killing thousands of innocent people on the other side of the planet, all for the sake of asserting the cock of american imperialism, to get back at the world and all those anonymous bad people out there for our 9/11 castration.

i get that sick feeling in my stomach again.

just like how i had it last summer, when the gulf of mexico became the toxic dumping ground for the imperfections of late global capitalism. how could anyone do anything in the world when a potential global disaster was underway?

that is the question I keep asking myself.

you see, its the very error of our species, zombified by a degenerate culture of telescreens, advertising, hormones in our water, and beer on way home from dark jobs for dark masters, that allows the world to go on, even when it not. this nasty divorce of reality from our perception of it the little bubble we call civilization is soon coming to an end, amicably or not. our earthly spouse demands repayments for all that money we stole, and earth has one of the best divorce lawyers around.

and now, march 11, 2011: the date of the beginning of the end. here we are, at the brink of our destiny, and all anyone can to is stare. maybe that’s why, in times of disaster, suckling my computer for reassurance that its gonna be okay, I find reality more real in pixels and pundits than in the speculation of friends and family. o! so far a way world that seems so close. I feel like a baby, just wanting it all to go away, for it all to go back to normal, how it was before. It’s not fair that the president of the United States bets on basketball games on national tv (march madness) while the world burns. he should be getting his ass out there to the front lines and doing something, even if it costs his life. that is what leaders do. i remember my dad telling me a joke about how when napolian was riding out to his death, he said, “bring me my red shirt” so that his army would ride strong, even if he got mortally wounded. Hitler, on the other hand, upon the Americans reaching Germany, declared “bring me my brown pants!” What are our leaders doing today? acting as if live can continue as normal, when it can’t. This is a game changer, and life on earth is not a game. It deeply saddens me that people don’t change for catastrophes, that somehow we’re all supposed to continue as if its business as usual.

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