In Memory – in Hawaii

Honu Bob will be honoring Jyoti this Monday in annual Lantern Floating Hawaii Memorial Day event.

I am posting this to extend Bob’s invitation to add your sentiments to his prayer card.

If you wish to add your sentiments, p!ease email them to jyoti.snowleopard@gmail.com and I will forward them.

If you would lime to know more, Bob has kindly included this link: http://lanternfloatinghawaii.com/

Warmest regards,

Kim

Jyoti – A Celebration

Jytoi at Home

The Craig family invites you to celebrate the life that was
Jyoti Hansa.

Please join us in Thetford on Saturday July 19 to share the dreams, the wishes, the tall tales and the truths that were Jyoti.

We welcome you to a pot luck beginning at 1 pm, at the Thetford home of Kris and Judy.

Please email jyoti.snowleopard@gmail.com for details.

Keith, Kim, Kevin, Kris, Ken

Link

This was forwarded to me from our close family friend. Robert Porter

A Short History Of Iyengar Yoga In Massachusetts
written by By Karin Stephan and published in the Volume 1, Issue 1 of The Beacon
The Beacon, Spring 2010

Thank you so much for sharing this with us, Bob.

Kim

You’re in your Head

  I met Jyoti in the early 80’s while attending college in the Amherst area.   I remember my first class in a UMASS classroom – I still remember her coming over to me and placing her fist on my chest with pressure and saying ‘You’re in your Head’…I didn’t even know what my head was in contrast to anything else.  I was now introduced to someone that could not only see where I was in my consciousness but help me understand that there are more levels to consciousness than the mental realm of thought.   As a young woman and student, I was believing the cultural mores that what you ‘knew’ was who I “was”. But Jyoti was one of the first teacher’s to let me know that who I really am is not in my head!   Jyoti quickly became a teacher, mentor, and a friend.  I felt I could be myself with Jyoti and never felt judged. Jyoti was an advocate for speaking your truth and being who you are and forever encouraged me as a yoga student and a friend.    

  Jyoti loved going to movies and once the internet became a medium of staying in touch, if you were on her email blast -we would get the Friday movie updates.  I can still remember my first movie with Jyoti in Amherst – The Emerald Forest.

  Jyoti was burdened by fatigue and aches but her Light of consciousness never dimmed nor her sense of humor.   There is a hole on the earth where Jyoti’s wisdom and laughter will always be missed.  I honor you Jyoti and thank you for being the dear friend and teacher that you are.

~ Beth Heffernan

March Madness

We decided to have dinner in the lounge of a favorite resturant this evening and that meant lots of TVs set to sports. Seeing that it was college basketball, I heard found myself hearing Jyoti’s voicemail message letting us know that she’ll get back to us when March Madness is over.

It made me smile.

~ Kim

Before there was Jyoti: there was Jeane

Jyoti and family CHristmas 1963

We didn’t have much when we were little but what we had to paraphrase Spencer Tracy from the movie Pat & Mike “Was choice”.

Ma knew how to take a little and make it seem like a lot. Granted we had a lot of pancakes, a lot of chipped beef on toast (don’t ask}, and beans. . .lots and lots of beans, but it never really seems like we were lacking in the things that mattered.

Summers usually included a visit with our Indy family. Sometimes by bus, but often by car. She had knack for keeping us occupied. Five kids in a car for 1000 miles. Counting cows being an all time favorite. and just in case there were more on the passenger side than the driver side, sometimes taking that exit doubling back so that everybody got a chance to win.

Saturday brunch of chocolate malteds and hamburgers, once all the chores were done of course.

Packing lunches in the station wagon and taking it to a cool spot, then organizing a bike ride for all of us to go there for lunch – dad in front, kids in the middle, Ma at the end keeping the herd and check.

Our once-a-month trips to the drive-in, camping at Rock Jumping beach (I think the realy name is Sandy Neck). Camping at Expo ’67 with a menu generated by sampling  the meals we would be making in our cook sets over a campfire built in the backyard.

Treats were a big deal and earned: good grades and model behavior in public, chores completed as expected and woe to anyone who didn’t follow the rules. As any student of Jyoti knows; there is no such thing as something for nothing.

I won’t say it was always easy or that things didn’t change as we got older but: her steel will, her belief that you don’t have to succeed but you do have to try and that you should do the right thing even if it isn’t the popular thing; is what allowed us as young children to grow into the people we are today.

And to that I say;”Thank you Ma”.