I had planned on writing each day during my yoga teacher training program.
Uh yeah. That didn't happen.
I was stressed out learning about the calming effects yoga has on the mind.
I was in turmoil over half a dozen pranayama techniques used to control energy.
I was exhausted from the rigamore of postures used to reduce stress.
I kid, I kid. Somewhat, but not really.
My head was so filled with joint actions, the 8 Limbs of Pantajali, and disecting downward dog and cow faced pose that I just didn't have it in me at the end of the day to record my glorious journey of becoming a yoga instructor. But fear not, my journey is not over! I still have part deux ahead of me. The "in house" intensive is now behind me and I can successfully repeat the 6 Components of Physical Fitness and tell you about the 12 Body systems and the wonderful effects yoga has on them. Incredible stuff, really.
Now begins the next phase, which will be taken at a much lighter, more graceful pace. I can , once again, see my childrens' smiling faces in the mornings as I pour milk over their cereal. I can tuck them lovingly into bed at night. Over the next few months, I will begin fulfilling my requirements to get my certification. That involves teaching some classes, CPR certification, journaling for 40 days, and some other life promoting experiences.
Now is the time I can write here, my continued journey, my experiences, the one I had this morning, Kundalini Yoga.
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A M A Z I N G ! ! !
This woman, who taught the class, was so knowledgeable. She was...now, don't quote me, but I think a psychologist who worked for a medical school of some sort. I don't remember honestly but that's not where I'm going with this. She was so calm, so happy. You could see the peace radiating about her. The energy I felt upon walking into the center was so inviting, loving, accepting. The class, which was so gentle in nature, really gave quite a lifeforce jolt within, I felt dizzying goodness.
Let me back up here, the class was about an hour long, she talked a bit about the energy, love and made mention of the death experience. (fascinating) We did some gentle movement of the spine, in all directions. But the breath, the breath was were it was at! The breath in different postures created such an internal heat and ...it's really hard to describe, I'm new at Kundalini Yoga so I'm sure as with anything, the more you do it the better your understanding, but it felt like there was swirling white smoke inside my body. And it was okay, nice, really. I acknowledged it, accepted it and felt it. During this time the word that came to mind, with no prompting, was "heal." My intention was to heal everything in my body from the scrape on my hand from slipping on the ice a few days ago to any past regrets or childhood issues I may have suppressed, and then back to the superficial yet no less important in healing, that little stress knot in my upper rhomboid.
Using my breath and body to conjure up thoughts of self healing was refreshing and powerful in a passive observational way. It was different. I've decided that this yoga is something that I need to do more often. I have a feeling it may expedite an awakening for good things and a falling away of negative ones.
In life, I consider myself to be pretty lucky. I've got everything going for me. I'm healthy, I've got a great family, a home...but there's that something missing. I think I found it. Now I need to take the time to nurture it. It's inside of me. It's inside of you. It's about closing the eyes, and paying attention to the inside world. It's about figuring out what energy feels like to you and balancing it, opening it, experiencing it. Give it a try.
Namaste.
