I love yoga. It’s that 90 minutes in a day when my mind isn’t spinning out of control with plans to take over the world and rock the shit out of everyone.
Thing is, in reality, I’m cooped up in bed with green and orange socks on, chastising myself for being a lazy fuck.
After a day of some solid cerebral yapping with me brain, I yearn for that hot sticky room filled with Santa Monica’s Sinewest – take that, I just made up a word. Fibrous tendons. Stretching Everywhere. Love it.
Anyway, here’s my point.. All I wanted was a bit of RnR ifyaknowwadimean. Well, in comes substitute teacher, namaste.
SUBSTITUTE TEACHER NAMATE has decided that these 90 mins will indubitably be dedicated to the happenings of her shitty, impossible week. “I mean, my friends are lyk, you have the best sense of humor, lyk, what can’t you handle Lizzie!!! (insert breying sounds. Yes, brey like a damn donkey.)
And what are we? 50 over zealous personal therapists who want nothing more than to soothe your inner child by laying around silently imbibing your frantic deep set need to be heard and loved?
silent therapists bending over in down dog, who are slowly beginning to negatively associate the one activity that we find truly freeing… To the sound of your voice.
Let’s fast forward 60 mins, lotsa sweaty bodies, and many a frustrated sigh later..
Substitute teacher namaste took a turn, and started to discuss the importance of patience, and of seeking the silence within.. That strength whereby no external factor can affect you, because you are… In all intents and purposes, a blank slate, divinity… energy in motion. True essence.
The more frustrated I was getting by her incessant talking, the worse it got. Well naturally, as that’s where I was directing my energy.
The moment I made a conscious decision to redirect my thoughts.. To be silent, within.. And that her talking should in no way influence my inner tranquility. Soon, my breathing deepened, and this is what I heard her say….
“The difference between the mundane, and the miraculous; Is a shift in perspective.”
I feel like I’ve heard that before, but it never really meant much then. I guess I wasn’t ready to hear it. I mean, think about it… HOW COOL IS THAT! We we humans have the ability to make every single moment as rich, deep, loving, memorable, and happy as we choose.
I’m a firm believer in the idea that people/ things/ situations/ opportunities/ phrases reach one only when the person is ready to receive the information, and not a moment sooner, nor a moment later.
I haven’t been able to shake that line. It’s stayed with me, and I am so very thankful for.
I’m still digesting the deep quality of assuage, beauty, faith, and pervading hope that such a phrase delivers..
That is, if you choose to heed the wisdom and rise to the challenge, Of course.