Meditative Prose

Saturday, 8 December 2007

I’m not very good at yoga, but how beautiful that it doesn’t matter. You can practice alone or in a large group, but it is always your practice, and the point is to know your body & your breath. The challenge is to breathe mindfully through each pose, to feel the stretch at that moment, the pleasure & pain of it, and not live in the past. You use and appreciate your body completely. At the end, you surrender and for ten minutes you are a corpse. When you rise from the dead, you are grateful for life, and you look around at your neighbors — people, plants, trees, billowing cumulus, bright snow falling — and relate to them: Namasté.

This morning one woman started crying.

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