After the led class as I was walking down the street I stopped at the front of a house and watched a woman drawing a Rangoli at her door gate. I was fascinated. It looked so effortless, she was spreading the rice flower between her two fingers and by some magic a shape starts appearing on the floor…. the colour rice powder was not mixing with the white one but right at the edge of it. It was very hypnotising to watch her performing this art, I could not move at all.

I told her she was very talented and she laughed at me saying that all women in India used to do it, therefore it was something very common for her as for me it was like a Picasso on the street!

She then looked at me and she said that I could do it also, it was my turn to laugh and trying to explain her that I was not even able to draw a simple straight line or to reproduce anything with my hands, basically I just do not know how to draw a simple things, so performing Rangoli is the same as climbing the Everest with high heels.

I was never able to draw anything since childhood, I remember one day a teacher told us to draw using China Ink a tree, we had a full week to do it, I might have spent one day trying to do something that was kind of okay but the result was really awful. So awful that the teacher summoned my mom about it!

But the Indian woman told me that basically she was doing it since childhood, learned it from her mother which learned it from her mother and so on. It all comes with the practice: « Every day I do Rangoli, it is like a meditation, I don’t even think about it, I don’t know the shape I will do, I just do it ».

I realised how much it was connected with the practice of Yoga.

Yoga you should not think, just do it.

Very simple.

The more your practice the more you know.

Then you become eligible to teach it.

If you are not practicing it then do not teach it.

Be honest with yourself, teach what you know and what you are practicing.

It is extremely simple.

Namaste!