Day 3: Yoga Weather
- By onthemat
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- 03 Dec, 2015
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Like the wet, dreary day outside, my body feels heavy and tired. My usually spry self isn’t jumping into the day’s happenings with the same kind of vigor of a sunny, clear-skied day. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I know it’s working extra hard to fight the cold germs that my husband left splattered all over the house. The invisible monsters are trying like crazy to take over my body too. They may even be winning the battle, but I’m still fighting. My day must go on, and yoga is an integral part of my day these days. I honestly haven’t even considered not going to class, I’m just a little concerned about my ujjayi breathing with a nose full of mucus. Tipping your head upside down with clogged sinuses is uncomfortable at best and messy at worst. I can handle it, I’m sure. I just want to keep my germs to myself.
My mood lifts as I enter the familiar studio. I move quietly to my mat, lay on my back and close my eyes. As I tune in to my body parts aside from my nose, I realize how relaxed it is. My mind is so hyper-focused on my stuffy nose that the rest of my body has let go of its usual tension. This fascinates me. And it perks me up. As the practice begins, I feel renewed. After a few deep ujjayi breaths (and a few good nose blows), my nose actually clears and my strength returns. With the guidance of a skilled and tuned in teacher, the pace of the flow is exactly what I need on a dark and dreary December morning.
On The Mat Yoga Blog
“There is a light in the core of
our being that calls us home—one that can only be seen with closed eyes; We can
feel it as a radiance in the center of our chest. This light of loving
awareness is always here, regardless of our conditioning. It does not matter
how many dark paths we have traveled or how many wounds we have inflicted or
sustained as we have unknowingly stumbled toward this inner radiance. It does
not matter how long we have sleepwalked, seduced by our desires and fears. This
call persists until it is answered, until we surrender to who we really are.
When we do, we feel ourselves at home wherever we are. A hidden beauty reveals
itself in our ordinary life. As the true nature of our Deep Hear is unveiled,
we feel increasingly grateful for no reason—grateful to simply be.”
—John J. Prendergast, PHD, The Deep Heart
Seems like it’s been rainy,
windy, dreary for eons. Which may have helped us shelter inside a bit more. I
remember reading years and years ago in a Seth book that weather can be
influenced, and even created by mass human emotion. Why not? We are far more powerful
than we currently acknowledge, and science is beginning to validate many
phenomena that had seemed inconceivable before. Those seemingly endless days of
“bad” weather seemed congruent with the emotional tone of covid her in New
England. And now SUN! Glorious, warming, invigorating, hope-filled Sun! Today I
will be outside basking and gardening and thanking. And I’m sure the whole
neighborhood, and most of New England will go outside, stand with our faces to
the sun and breathe a huge healing breath of joy. And maybe the collective
energy of that will resonate out across the word as a promise of brighter days
to come.
