Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Body say!

You don't need your teachers anymore.  They've been telling you how to make yourself feel good with postures.  It's a gift, to know this, but it's yours now.  It's felt better since you've felt more safe, more able to open up, more intent on healing and taking good care of yourself.

Your spine is a luminous, incredibly complex and irreplaceable piece of equipment, enmeshed perfectly in the delicious form of flesh you call your body, having grown together like a tree around a fencepost.  Your muscles all configure in the best way they can for all the things you often do.  Your joints, too, have graciously allowed you the range of motion needed in all your regular tasks, big and small.

Yoga is your tool now, your way to express and commune with me, your body.  You have been letting the thoughts "having to" or "ought to" make me feel terrible.  You can use yoga to conquer those, too, when you do it as you and I please, when we please, as long as we please.

What you really need is some creative license.  Some time to yourself, however often you seek it, to put yourself into the place you want to be.  Let it out, sink into it, find an old wisdom new again.  Use the breath and the sensation find that place in my mind, smooth as Jiffy and sweet as Smucker's.  Yoga is a tool for moderating your mood.  Like chocolate.  Like music.  Like marijuana.  Like Yogi New Yorker said; "Everyone there was doing it to get fit.  I was doing it to get high." 

Get high.

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