When you live in the moment, you are such a blessed and happy person. Being addicted then belongs to the past. A past where you lived from one pleasure to the next. Now I’m grateful that I’ve been addicted to Yoga and raspberries, because it’s so much healthier than alcohol, drugs and cigarettes. How I found out that I was addicted to Yoga?
When I did my Yoga training in 2004, as future yoga teachers, we were expected to get up early every morning to complete a primary series of Ashtanga Yoga. All around me they were huffing and puffing about how tough that would be. I was surprised and thought: “What’s the big deal?” The previous year it had already been my daily routine. Alarm at 5.30, a shower and then onto my mat until 7.30. Until I found out – after a burn out – that I might have exaggerated it a little. After all, I wasn’t a man with no obligations from India, but a housewife, mother, dog walking service, grocery shopping service, stylist, bookkeeper, masseuse, photographer, taxi driver, cook, lover, girlfriend, daughter, granddaughter, cousin in chilly Holland. Please, should you have ever asked a woman, who didn’t have a paid job outside of the house: “Don’t you work?” then know, if she hasn’t slapped you in the face already, to never ever do that again.

I digressed here for a bit and I feel some annoyance stirring, so let’s get back to the Yoga addiction. For me it wasn’t difficult to be disciplined about my early morning yoga practice, but not doing it was hard. That is, except on Saturdays and full moon and new moon, for that is what all the Ashtanga Practice books proclaimed. Addicted to Yoga? Yes, when I read the explanation on Wikipedia, it sounds familiar. Addiction is a state in which a person is physically and/or mentally dependent on a habit or substance, to the extent that he/she finds it very hard to let go of this habit or substance. The person’s behavior is primarily aimed at obtaining and consuming the substance, or the habitual behavior, at the expense of most other activities. When the body has to let go of this substance or habit, severe withdrawal symptoms may occur. “No, I’m not going to the party. I want to go to bed early because I want to be fit on my mat tomorrow morning.” “No, I don’t drink alcohol because it clouds my soul.” “No, I don’t eat animals because how can I eat my brothers and sisters?” “Oh no, it may seem like I am quiet, but I’m talking to God and the angels.” “No, no sex for now, I am practicing Bramacharya which means appropriate sexual control.”
“Who ate all my raspberries? Aaaaaah, but you know how important it is for me to reach my daily intake?” I call out to my children. During my phase of not eating animals – which by the way I reconsidered after I was hospitalized for a blood transfusion and the doctor told me that I wouldn’t make it till the end of the year if I didn’t adjust my eating pattern. He said: “Your brothers and sisters the animals are happy to help you restore your blood levels.”
But during the seven years that I didn’t eat my brothers and sisters, the raspberry addiction started. Marco the vegetable- jeweler in Laren knows all about it. Three baskets of raspberries were my daily intake. These days whenever I’m in Holland and walk into the vegetable-juweler’s store , Marco silently puts three baskets of ruby-red deliciousness into my bag.

I am such a blessed and happy person.