I am one. I am at peace. I am balanced.
Phppbbbbth. Yeah right.
I am increasingly cross-eyed in the process of studying these ancient systems and traditions of peace and balance. In mid September I stared a 230 hour, 9 month Yoga Study Program at the Yoga Center of Minneapolis. I keep thinking I should share yogic insights and this personal and professional journey. I run into two problems.
Any personal flashes of budding wisdom are as delicate as tissue floating in water. I might spot one but actually getting my hands on it is a challenge. It seems to dissolve upon capture. What once seemed like a golden insight appears to be as common as mud on closer inspection.
Any sharing of the things I’m learning and in my head I hear “Booooring! Pretentious bull shit!” At this point not only am I no expert, I’m not even sure what kind of student I am. There is no way I’m going to write about all the crazy topics in yoga. I am struggling to wrap my mind around all of the concepts, I don’t know what I think about them.
Other aspects of yoga are confounding because it feels like deja vu. I have a sneaking suspicion that I have always approached athletics in what could be called a yogic way. Yoga can quiet the mind, but it does not have a monopoly on meditation. Yoga is mindful breath and movement, but I can also swim and run that way. Part of why yoga is such a great fit for me is because in some ways it’s so very familiar. Modern yoga was founded on ancient systems of brining unity and balance to mind and body. I’m pretty sure this concept was at the core of my upbringing.
Meanwhile I’m not so sure which or how the specific teachings and techniques will be absorbed in to my life. I’ll hang in there and eventually it’ll come together. I promise to share along the way.