Leela Yoga
   for you to blossom from!  

Die offizielle Webseite von Laura Demelza Bosma. 
Yogalehrerin mit Herz und Seele in Nieder-Österreich


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Yoga in Krumau

Geplaatst op 28 maart, 2019 om 17:00 Comments reacties (2)

Möchtest du dir und deiner Gesundheit schon seit längerer Zeit etwas Gutes tun?
Bei Leela-Yoga darfst du ankommen, loslassen während du gleichzeitig innerhalb deiner eigenen Grenzen,
deine Kraft und Beweglichkeit verbesserst. Du lernst dich wie neu kennen, wenn du im einfach „Sein“ hinspürst,
welche Bewegungen dir gut tun und was du gerade brauchst. Yoga gibt Energie und bringt Freude: für mehr Blüten,
die zu Früchten wachsen werden!

Meine Yoga-Einheiten bestehen u.a. aus folgenden Elementen:

- Eine ‘wie geht’s dir und was wünschst du dir’ Runde
- Asanas (die Yoga-Körperübungen)
- unterschiedlichste Arten von Meditationen
- Atemübungen
- Die philosphischen Grundlagen von Yoga
- Entspannung, Phantasiereisen '
- Bei Interesse auch Tönen, Chanten, Singen, ‘frei‘ tanzen und ‘celestial communication‘
  das ist  eine Art ‘Tanz‘ von Mudra’s (Handpositionen) auf Mantramusik.

: Turnsaal Volksschule Krumau
Wann: ab Dienstag 7. Mai, jeden Dienstag von 19.00 bis 20.30
Kosten: Komm einmal gratis schnuppern!
danach €15,- pro Einheit oder 10 mal für €120,-

Wer bin ich?

Mein Name ist Laura Demelza Bosma (1986), ursprünglich Holländerin und seit 9 Jahren daheim in Österreich.     
Ich bin dreifache Mutter, Doula (Geburtsbegleiterin) und Yogalehrerin. Da ich meine Liebe für Musik gerne
mit meiner Yoga-Praxis verbinde, leite ich mit viel Freude monatlich meinen (Mantra)Singkreis „Seelenhonig“,
in der nähe von Zwettl.

Keine Vorkentnisse erforderlich, komm so wie du bist! Ich freue mich auf dich!
Kontakt, Fragen und Anmeldung:
tel: 067761450643
 e-mail: [email protected]

Singkreis Seelenhonig Einladung 7. April

Geplaatst op 28 maart, 2019 om 16:20 Comments reacties (0)

Hoffkollektiv Zwetschke, Laura Demelza Bosma & Heath Russel Thompson laden alleherzlichst ein für Singkreis nummer 3! 

Singe mit uns den Frühling wach! 

In gemütlicher Atmosphäre werden wir miteinander Mantren und Kraftlieder singen, 
die Laura mit dem indischen Harmonium und Harfe begleitet. 
Der Heath spielt Gitrarre dazu. Mehr Instrumenten gerne mitbringen und mitspielen!
Es geht beim Singkreis nicht darum, wie gut du singen kannst, 
viel mehr geht es darum, die heilsame Wirkung zu erfahren, die sich entfaltet, 
wenn wir im Kreis zusammen sind und gemeinsamen von Herzen singen und tönen.

Auch Kinder sind herzlich wilkommen. Es gibt Tee und Kekse.
Freiwillige Spende für Raummiete und Energie-austausch erwünscht.

Wann? Sonntag 7. April von 14.30 bis 17.00
Wo?     Hoffkollektiv Zwetschke, Negers 10, A-3931 Schweiggers 

A depth-interview with me in Dutch poetry e-zine Meander

Geplaatst op 29 december, 2017 om 16:25 Comments reacties (1)

Here is the https://meandermagazine.net/wp/2017/12/schrijven-als-pijn-en-extase/" target="_blank">link to the interview, I guess you can understand quite a bit of it with google translate. 

And the Call Of The Ink Bird, my first English poetrybook about being a highly sensitive woman through the different seasons is out in paperbackhttps://www.amazon.com/Call-Bird-Laura-Demelza-Bosma/dp/099535815X" target="_blank">You can purchase your copy on the German and American Amazon. Part of the profit goes to Treesisters, a wonderful organisation for deforestation and feminine empowerment. 

Thanks for your support and attention. 
A lot has been happening lately in my life and all positive changes! 
I feel it is time to soon write a blog-post again to share what I've learned. 

I wish you a good last two days of the year and a good slide into the new! 

Call of the ink-bird - Kindle version available

Geplaatst op 11 oktober, 2017 om 3:45 Comments reacties (1)

Do you feel like you’re in a world that constricts your thoughts, shackles your creativity and controls the image of who you should be? Can you sense the deep need to become your wonderful authentic-self? This collection of poems sensually celebrates the call of our heart-self in ways that compel the reader to live a life of fullness.

This free-verse poems shine a light on the being of a highly sensitive woman with life experience. Switching with a natural ease between the dark depth of night and the light-heartedness of morning-birdsong, all states of being are allowed and embraced in the rainbow-woman who meditates underneath a tree.

Whatever state you are in, by reading Call of the Ink Bird, you will find a poem that goes with the vibe of your moment and makes you feel connected with the natural world ánd your own inner poet.

According to Heath Thompson the poems are 'Nerudaesk' :D

Do you want to receive the book for free and write a review? You can contact me at demelzadreams(at)posteo.net 

You can find the links to the Kindle version's on American, German or Dutch Amazon here: http://www.laurademelzabosma.com/publications 

I am very happy and proud to donate 25 percent of the proceeds to Treesisters, an organisation for feminine empowerment and reforestation. 

I miss the people and places I have abandoned.

Geplaatst op 10 april, 2017 om 4:25 Comments reacties (0)

originally written on sunday the 26th of March on demelzawritesherwings.blogspot.com

On this day I feel sad and this personal story wants to come out. It is a beautiful sunny early spring day, here in Austria. I live in an idyllic cottage with my boyfriend and three healthy children and two cats. In England it is mothers day today. Everywhere across the northern hemisphere crocuses and daffodils shine their brandnew brightness for free. It is a day of simple happiness in cakes and forest walks and here I sit, having to admit that I spend the last two hours crying my eyes out.

My lovelife has generally spoken always been the compass I live by. I simply did not know how to navigate in another way. It has been a bumpy road and I often had to (or felt like I had to) change direction. I am happy where I am now and I have been happy before, but again and again and today I feel like I don't know where I am or what I am supposed to do.

Is there anyone else who thinks that it is a silly advice to follow your heart? At the moment I think so, because the heart discriminates when it is in love with a place or a person, telling everything and everyone can be left behind for this romantic love, that this is where your home is. Well, I am at home and I am in love but today at the same time, I feel terribly lonely.

Yes this is possible, in a family of five, to actually feel like you are standing on a bare globe on your own, like yesterday, a saturday night, My boy expected to be free but as it happens almost everyday, had more work to do than he expected. On my own I tried to wake up a spirit of party vibe until I exploded into rage and kicked his door like a lunatic and Dionysus clearly would not show up anymore anywhere near my raging tongue, slipped out through a crack in the window frame to find a softer being to enlighten.

This weekend, two of my kids are with their father. My baby, a rose in my mud, sleeps a hole in the day. In a paralel universe I am showering my mother with daffodils. I have to touch some plants to stay sane, I need some earth under my nails, now that I miss the people and the places I have abandoned, the possibility to cross a simple road to see them and feel alive as a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a poet.

Laura in the poetry garden

Geplaatst op 5 oktober, 2016 om 4:35 Comments reacties (0)

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Small Revolution Of Natural Beauty

Geplaatst op 22 september, 2016 om 4:45 Comments reacties (4)

“Through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. 
We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.” Alan W. Watts 

Yesterday I found myself suddenly in the middle of a small, personal revolution...

Just like every day, I stood in front of the mirror, to brush my teeth and hair and put in my contact-lenses and…
Normally, after these basic actions, I put on mascara on both my upper and lower eyelashes.
Yesterday, without any psychological exercise beforehand, for the first time in say 15 years, I suddenly thought
‘No, I don’t need it. I look just fine.’

 Sorry, what?..

As the day went on I just kept feeling fine, even the moments where I felt a bit tired and looked in the mirror
I did not come back to my decision to go through my day with my eyes, just the way they are.
I became aware of the thoughts I had for years and years that were simply not true!
I thought that, without this extra bit of darkness on my eyelashes, I look tired, like I had just woken up or cried
and my eyes look smaller. Like I somehow needed to confirm the existence of my eyes, by painting a dark line around them.

Today I keep on thinking about this little miracle of contentment with my own nature.
Is this the free advantage of being in my thirties?
The difference mascara/no mascara might look just a trifle, but what does it actually mean when I look at it on a deeper level?

I guess I start to feel free. I am doing things again I thought I couldn’t do. I have two instruments at home that I deeply love,
a little celtic harp and an electronic piano. I did not touch them for months. Why? For sure not because I do not love to spend
my time with them. I did not play because I thought I was not worthy of playing hem. Because I thought I couldn’t.
The black beast of insecurity got me in its claws and I was not even aware of it.

Now I released the child that just loves to play. She gets into a trance on the repetition of a few simple chords.
She sings her own songs to it. She knows, without knowing.
Thoughts can be like dirty fingers, keeping the flower of creativity away from blossoming.
No need to confirm the flower with lines, words or sounds. If she does, it is for nothing but play. 

Just blossoming this words out here on the blog, to release the natural beauty to possibly cause more little revolutions
of freedom through contentment.. 


Epona Dreams - Aurora-cover

Geplaatst op 16 september, 2016 om 15:50 Comments reacties (1)

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Hello dear lovers of art, poetry AND music, 

Heath and I started making music together, to begin with covers. 
Here you can listen to the first song we dared to record. It is Aurora's Runaway! 
The first few times we practised the song I could hardly sing it because it moved 
me to tears. I can feel these lyrics and know the place in the inner landscape 
of emotions where these words flow from. The need to escape from it all and 
go home, not sure if such a home is even possible in the physical realms? 
It is there in dreams, in art, in love that is one thing I know.. Oh how I've been 'running'.. 

Aurora seems a very sensitive, nature-loving young woman and we love her music. 
We don't cover songs because we can do it better than the original! We cover songs
because we feel and enjoy them! Spread the music.. 


The Call Of The Ink Bird - How the cover came into being

Geplaatst op 11 september, 2016 om 3:55 Comments reacties (1)

The above picture was the inspiration for the actual cover (see 'home').  'The peacock's hunger' - LDB


I want to tell you the whole story about the final cover picture here...

As a baby, toddler and small child my parents often took me for a walk to the park. In the park there was what seemed a special little palace for the peacock. I thought of him as magic.

In my twenties I had a spiritual dream about what I called ‘the Lord of the peacock’. There was a loving man in the peacock’s palace of my youth and there were other spirit’s celebrating with him. I was a girl, going into the park, walking to a little stream where I sang my song. The song combined with the water of the stream turned into a flower, like some secret alchemistic brew. I took the flower back to the Lord and felt intense happiness when he received my flower with a loving smile and I woke up.

Later, through the practice of Hatha Yoga I felt attracted to mantra-singing which caused me to visit the ashram Sadha Shiva Dham in Loenen, The Netherlands. The Guru I loved and admired was Shiva, the Lord of destruction and new beginning, often visualized besides a peacock. I saw the bright pictures of Shiva and the peacock and was reminded of my memories. Somehow the call of the peacock brought me in touch with the sparkle of my creativity, as did the mantras. Funny enough, the press this little book will be printed by is called Tandava Press, revering to the dancing Shiva! Even though at the moment my interest doesn't lie with the Hinduistic religion in particular, I love to see what I took as spiritual signs in my past, coming back to me in the present. 

I did the four other illustrations before considering the theme of the cover. Because of moving place I was sorting our my box with drawings and my lover’s eye fell upon a colourful one of a fantasy-peacock, the only one I ever drew. He absolutely loved him and because of his enthusiasm I got to the idea to use the peacock for the cover. I’ve been mentioning Ink-birds here at home and here my love recognized one, it’s the ink-bird, the call of the ink bird! Because the style of the drawing did not fully fit the other ones I made a new one.

In the title ‘The Call Of The Ink Bird’, ink is used as a symbol of nature’s providing everything we need to fulfill our missions. The call of the bird, a metaphor for our inner hunger to create. Can you hear your ink-bird calling? 



A Life In A Closet On The Ocean

Geplaatst op 10 september, 2016 om 3:00 Comments reacties (1)

In the silence of no-thought - The sound of the sea



I live in a closet, just because I like the smell of the wood. Closets always remind me of the ocean.
I don´t know why, but somehow a human body in a closet drifting somewhere on the ocean is familiar to me.
To my humble opinion a human being in a closet is just as natural as an oyster in a shell.

It may sound a little bit more edgy, a little less organic but don´t forget that wood is something alive.
It´s like being inside of a tree in the water and guess what´s beneath the water?
It´s earth, of the same kind where we walk on. And what´s under this earth?
Maybe it´s not yet fire but somewhere it must get bloody hot in there, like in a club
where the hottest materials go naked and dance ecstatic.
In a closet in the ocean you are pretty close to it all. And above, there are the little sparkles
of non-existing stars.

Think about it, everything that is giving light comes out of something dark.

So when I come out of the closet on the dark ocean in the black night and lay myself on it I´m giving light.
Something will find its way to me, that´s for sure. I feel so much love over there, thinking about the word ´resonation´.
Maybe a dolphin will lay itself on my body, blessing me with inspiration for a lifetime, and then think again:
what could be resonating more with this than happiness. The creature finding you in a closet in the ocean
is your true soulmate that you've missed for ages.

Besides you don´t have to do any meditation courses anymore. Just lock yourself up and feel free in the smell of the wood.
It can even talk! Hello, it says, I congratulate you, every day is your birthday.