Yogi Bhajan visited Miami each year before going to the winter solstice in central Florida. This is the big gathering of kundalini yogis to come together, do lots of yoga, chop lots of veggies, and participate in White Tantric Yoga. One of his secretaries, Sat Simran Kaur grew up in Miami and had some connections for Yogi Bhajan to get a room at the nicest hotel in town, The Fountainbleu. It was 1974 when it was arranged for Yogi Bhajan to receive a key to the city of Miami. Being an avid photographer, and owning a quality camera, I was invited as the official photographer. It was fun and a bit exciting as the mayor sent a limousine to pick us up for the trip to the mayor’s office. I rode in front next to the driver while Sat Simran was in the back with Yogi Bhajan. We even had a motorcycle escort. Two motorcycles actually helped to direct us through traffic and make the journey easier. Actually a fun experience.
Everything went well, we met with the mayor, Yogi Bhajan received the key to the city of Miami, the official photo was taken and we were now on our way back to the hotel. Sat Simran asked if I wanted to look at the key. She removed it from the case and handed it to me. I held it in my hands, I tested it to feel the strength of the key to the city and with only a little effort, it snapped in two pieces. Sat Simran started yelling, how could I break this? She went on with an angry voice they would have to get a replacement and other words of shame. Before I could feel bad for such an innocent gesture, I noticed Yogi Bhajan laughing. I relaxed and just apologized to Sat Simran for my blunder.
I have always thought the key to a city should be more solid, more sturdy than to break with the slightest pressure with a few fingers. This is one of my defining qualities. I like to test everything. As long as I put my heart behind my actions, all is fine. Putting my heart behind all my actions required some painful lessons, many I have learned, and others are yet to be experienced. This testing impulse I possess means I want to know if things work, how they work and what will be the benefit. Yes, in the teaching manuals all these things are explained, but they are just words. I want to know and that only comes with experience and some experimentation. I am not suggesting you should begin breaking things in your life to see what is sturdy enough to survive. I am suggesting you make your own experience in life. Books are like road maps. They can give you an overview of the territory, but going on the road will be the real way to know the best way to go.
Sat Simran Kaur and I are friends who happened to go to the same high school in Miami Beach. Life is a circle and we are all part of one family.
Thank you for this. Firstly, I want to share that when I was newly your student in Santa Fe, you suggested I not read books straightaway about yoga but have my “own experience.” That has never left me: I taught my son to live that way and now he has his own experience as a father of three and a corporate and athletic success; I shared that wisdom with my students and would ask them what THEIR experience was; and now my older brother who experienced a broken neck and brain injury lives by that code, having permission from his Self to have his uniquely own experience of the world around him. Secondly, I felt a new freedom after reading this piece of yours, and it was this: “Before I could feel bad for such an innocent gesture….” I chose today to not feel bad from an innocent gesture that I made on behalf of a relative who is grieving in advance her mother’s passing. My actions came back at her in a way that was emotionally unpleasant for her and I acknowledged HER experience but I did not berate myself for a truly innocent and kind gesture from me which went sideways for her. Thank you, Gurumarka. I have a sense that henceforth I will hear Yogi Bhajan’s laughter before I can feel bad for an innocent gesture.
I can hear your laugh, even now.
It might be welcome to hear Yogi Bhajan’s laughter, before, during and after any of life’s surprises.