On August 8th this year, (2017) something very wonderful happened to me, out of nowhere. That wonderful thing was that someone very dear to me, with whom I share a lot of history, sat with me and talked. In fact, we both talked and we both listened.
The net result of that meeting was really a quiet completion.
The wonderful thing about it was that I felt as if a yoke had been lifted off my shoulders; one that I didn't even know was there. The smile on the inside was bigger and it came from a deeper place; one that I hadn't accessed for many years.
This now feels like a paradigm shift; from "yoga" meaning "yoke" to "yoga" meaning "union". Union is something to come from, rather than manage....somehow it isn't personal. The yoke was, the union is not. It is simply a place, where I can rest, alive and well and breathing.
It is a place where, if I am spending time on the yoga mat, an unknown "innerness" reveals itself. That is at once deeply familiar, if only I can bear to be present long enough to recognise it. It seems to be a place that is already there, always listening, unconditionally, for my listening.
Since then, my adventures on the mat, with my newly discovered bolster, have been different. They are gentler, kinder, more forgiving. I'm laughing now...