a sadness
I have been feeling sad the last few days. There are some disturbances in the field of yoga that I teach and practice. Some rumbles creating a perfect storm, churning the oceans of the community. It feels like poison right now and maybe it will become nectar over time. But for now I hold the little information I have in my throat and wait before I can spit or digest it.
Just for today, I go back to where it all started for me: at my yoga mat. At my body and breath in communion.
Yoga is bigger than a teacher, it is bigger than a style.
It's the teachings and not the teacher.
It's the energy and how it pulsates. The ebb and the slow flow.
I take a deep breath.
I am about to teach my second class today. I look forward to teaching as well as to practicing.
I am so grateful for yoga; and yes, grateful for all my teachers.
I find a poem before I go, and re-read it... And all shall be well...
Let your hands touch something that
makes your eyes
smile.
I bet there are a hundred objects close by
that can do that.
Look at
beauty's gift to us-
her power is so great she enlivens
the earth, the sky, our
soul.
Mirabai, India
Sweet MC,
I feel the pain, the poison...
All I can think of is the first sutra:
Now is the beginning of yoga.
Much Love.
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