now it gets fun.
Posted by on November 10, 2014
in my own personal practice there was an uphill start. I liked yoga, I was going to yoga but I really didnt get it then. I don't remember how it happened but I remember taking a class at my home studio and thinking... ah I could keep going all day, I was so at peace with my movement and one with my breath (yes, not even in the cliche sense). I started to let my mind wander (which of course is one thing we aren't supposed to do in our practice) and realized how much I really loved doing it. I remember thinking that yoga will always be a part of my life, and it was amazing to me that I hadn't seen it before. I'm not sure if everyone reaches this point in their practice or has this epiphany, but it was huge for me because I realized there was no more trying... no more making time for practice, or working to keep the breath and peace in my life. It was already there and it was there for good, ah it was a good feeling and I feel like it has only progressed since then. Now here is the fun part where we bend and breathe and feel grounded but weightless and all the other fuzzy stuff our instructors tell us, here it is happening to me. Expose yourself to something like yoga or music or art over and over and the beauty starts to become us. Bring some beauty into your own life or practice today
Excerpt From Meditation to Commodification: Promise & Perils of American Yoga’ from ‘Yoga PhD’ by Carol Horton
I’d never been in such a setting or done such an exercise before. And I wasn’t expecting much. But as the session leader progressively led us deeper and deeper into a guided meditation, I sensed the energies in the room palpably shifting. I started to feel that my own mind was being supported by the sea of minds around me. We were collectively creating a powerful experience without exchanging words or even making eye contact. I felt the intangible but intense charge generated by a focused group collectively shifting into deeper gear. And it was arresting – really, strikingly different than anything I’d ever experienced before. Without question, it helped me to still my own mind and enter the meditation more deeply.
After we’d finished, I looked around the room with new eyes. The soulless genericism of this corporate space with garish wall-to-wall carpeting was infused with a new sense of possibility. The women around me glowed with a softer aura, as if lit up from within. And for a moment that somehow felt both long and short at the same time, there was a deep sense of quiet.