There is an elegance and beauty in truth and how we understand it, that is gorgeous beyond what can be appreciated.
I’m sitting with new thoughts considering how they are the same and different from old ones and just appreciating the connection - the connection between old and new, past and present, myself and everyone and everything that has come before and after.
"We are the cause of our own suffering." ~ very old buddhist wisdom
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent" ~ Eleanor Roosevelt 1935
The last stage of grief - acceptance. ~ Five stages theory 1960
Red Band Society - Pilot
Finding unexpected truth in pop culture.
Sunday 10 AM - 6 PM.
I was grateful that it wasn’t the full weekend. It was a dear friend’s bachelorette weekend and I did not want to miss out - but would have had to because I had set my intention. Fortunately I did not have to compromise - however the festivities - twenty women in a beach house - was four states away. Making it to class meant rolling out of bed at 5 AM after hitting the pillow at 1 AM - forcing myself to ignore the dancing women in the living room.
Two venti lattes later, I arrived at my first teacher training excited but in remarkably fine form. It is hard to explain the next eight hours - it was beautiful and thrilling. It opened with the idea of transformation - and I think perhaps this training will be transformative. We discussed om - the sound of the universe - composed of three sounds Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva - birth/life/death or if you prefer creation/preservation/transformation. We met each other and established the tenets of creating a sacred space and perhaps vulnerability leads to the most profound change. That Yoga is the practice of yoking ourselves - our human-ness - our minds and bodies with the divinity within us, that is connected to the divinity of everything.
Halfway through we practiced vinyasa.. moving through a series of asanas… in an easy relaxed practice. Breathing deeply I felt a deep well of exhaustion - and yet I was so stimulated I didn’t need to sleep and I contemplated the fact that it has been a while since I had pushed myself so hard for something I wanted and enjoyed. It felt great.
I was not a good yogi today. My thoughts bounced around in my head like a pinball. I found myself thinking about the challenges of new practices, trying now positions and new combinations. I must confess I find going through the same series over and over easier – the routine carving indelible routes in my muscle memory.
That isn’t necessarily a good thing. In fact, I know myself to be a terrible slacker so if I prefer something, it’s probably NOT a good thing. When I teach I will try my very hardest to rotate the practice both for myself and for my students.
This line of thinking brought me to partners’ yoga. Most practices I have participated in don’t have very much partnering. I suspect that is because practicing yoga with someone else can be rather intimate. Holding aside that yoga, with its tight form fitting closes, bending, and tantric like breathing is itself a rather intimate endeavor – partners yoga actually touching someone can be awkward and weird.
And yet, I hope folks will defy that. What better way to connect than to physically connect with others and touch - actualizing the shared energy and intention through the pressure and warmth of another.
Part of my hope with this endeavor is that folks to connect with their community, with their bodies, with the minds and with their soul.
As the saying goes if you aren’t uncomfortable you probably aren’t growing.