Longing and belonging

pascimottanasana.pngWe started in Paścimottānāsana. A strange sensation, never an opening pose surely? Brain started to question this, frustrations threatened. How could I be expected to take this shape without any warmup or hip work… But I’m here because I trust the teacher, that he has an idea he’s exploring and offering, and who I am to set myself against that. So I turned away from the mental wriggling and discomfort and instead let my body do what it would, to settle into that balanced place of integrity, to allow myself to be here. Who cares what it looks like anyway. This is in fact just an opportunity to be. “Nothing to do, nowhere to go” as my meditation teacher used to instruct, allowing us to be still.

Energy_ball2Often in such moments of stillness the deepest peace would be quickly eclipsed by a sense of frustration and despair and a hollow, regretful feeling of time lost, misdirections taken, energies squandered. Any sense of liberation snuffed out by grief or anger. This hostility with myself fuels my doubts, that perhaps yoga and I were never meant to form a union. But in this moment I felt more embraced by it, in a relationship of give and take. I am here. And I am meant to be here. Frustration yields to a precious new sense of patience, an acceptance and an embracing of what is.

And some 90 minutes later we ended up back in Paścimottānāsana, 90 minutes filled with quiet dedication to moving within and moving through whatever was on offer. And now as I breathed back into this shape I felt some soft yearning, a yearning that emptied me out but also filled me up. A looking forward with hope and wonder. No regrets. Nothing past or passed.

I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,

faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.

But I have no faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.

Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.

David Whtye

5 thoughts on “Longing and belonging

  1. Love the poem. Such a powerfully authentic voice.
    Love your deep reflection on asana. It brought to mind a book that I am currently reading: “The Inner Life of Asanas” by Swami Lalitanananda. In it, she reflects deeply on the “meaning” of several asanas. You might find it interesting : )

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    • You are full of love today, k8!!

      thanks so much for the recommendation. I looked up some reviews and it sounds fascinating. I’d not heard of the hidden language of hatha teachings. I’ve noted it for that wondrous day when I’ve gone through the current bedside stack even in cursory fashion…

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      • So many yoga books, so little time – ! She is in the Sivananda lineage. Apparently Sivananda told Lalitananda’s teacher (Swami Radha) to discover the mystical meaning of 6 of the asanas. She had no prior experience in yoga practice, and this “launched” her! Out of her exploration came “Hidden Language Hatha Yoga” (something I had not heard of before). Lalitananda wrote a series of articles for the EXCELLENT (but now defunct) ascent magazine (best yoga publication I have ever had the privilege to read!!!) on the “hidden life of asanas”.

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        • well that would be some ‘launch’ into yoga right? Uh, I wish ascent was still running — it sounds amazing. yes I could read about yoga all day and forget that one actually has to practice it too…! Can I be an ‘armchair yogini’? No, not yet!

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