What you means to me
by Pavitri
When I sat down to writing this article on yoga I found myself getting
caught up in beautiful words and concepts, moving away from the nitty
gritty, the practical and tangible, the smelly and juicy stuff of
yoga so to speak. It’s easy to move in the lofty realms of
thoughts and ideas - they are much cleaner and neater than our own
complex self.
So what is yoga to me as I live in the year 2004 as mother of two
children with a business and a house to run?
A few years ago yoga for me mainly meant the time I was on my mat
practicing asanas. I knew this practice somehow tied me to a bigger
concept, to a way of life that moved way beyond the material. I longed
for the wisdom the truth and freedom yoga held for me but I never
consciously made an effort to find a more direct path. I drifted;
I didn’t have much direction or focus.
But as they say, “When the student is ready the teacher will
come.”
Two years ago at a ‘Body, Mind & Spirit’ fair I
felt myself strongly drawn to the Satyananda yoga stall. First I
felt resistance because I couldn’t identify with the people
dressed in orange robes … but anyway, things started to happen
very quickly from then on (I’m presently in the second year
of the yoga studies programme)
Yoga now is not something defined to the yoga mat – well it
never truly was I guess.
I am more conscious and focused. My desire to understand is not
so much of a blur or vague feeling. I’m consciously applying
the techniques and disciplines of yoga during my day. If I find myself
getting bored for example or irritated I consciously begin focusing
on my breath to bring me back into the moment and out of my head.
This helps me to see what is rather than how I imagine things
to be. It also reminds me to take one step at a time appreciating
the journey as I go.
Changing the way we breathe can change the whole outlook on life.
I notice that some days my breath is incredibly shallow and I hold
my abdomen very rigid. Those days I feel very ungrounded and rather
timid. Of course I’m not really conscious of this until I finally
remember to pay attention to my breath and do a few rounds of yogic
breathing (while waiting for the traffic light to turn green). The
car is a great place for yoga practice really. I often sing Kirtans
in the car too.
So my time ‘on the mat’, my time of disciplined practice
of asanas, pranayama and meditation is still an essential part of
yoga to me. Sometimes I have to remind myself how it all fits together,
how this practice time fits into the bigger picture of yoga.
We probably have all learned about the health and purifying benefits
of body and mind associated with yoga practice. But how can this
time of asana practice become a spiritual practice? What does this
mean?
Increasing awareness of the spiritual dimension in my life to me
means an increased sense of truly feeling alive, of feeling joy,
awe and wonder. Spirituality for me is to be able to glimpse the
unmanifest potential of life, the power behind all things. It means
to able to feel part of the majestic cosmic play and enjoy it as
such and to wholeheartedly participate without attachment. In those
moments when I know I’m not the doer, a sense of calmness and
serenity comes over me and a quiet feeling of joy arises in me.
While my mind is racing, trying to solve myriad problems, analysing
past events or planning future ones I can’t access this awareness.
Instead I’m totally caught up in the world, as I perceive it.
My daily yoga practice helps me to increase my awareness of my physical
body, my breath and the state of my mind. By practicing daily I create
a habit of paying attention to what is, which I then carry through
into my day. The gained physical well-being and increased sense of
who I am helps me to approach others with more openness and less
defences. I feel more giving and loving, more compassionate and less
judgemental.
Very straight forward isn’t it? There is only one glitch to
this – daily practice requires self-discipline and no amount
of theory or good will is going to make it any easier. We find millions
of ways to sabotage our self-efforts. For me this is an ongoing battle
but a great opportunity to watch and get to know my mind.
Lately I’ve been trying to go with the flow and practice when
I’m inspired, rather than fighting with myself. I still practiced
most days, often at different times of the day and for various lengths
of time. But the effect wasn’t very satisfying.
This ‘here and there’ seems to have had a watering down
effect on the benefits and my ability to be focused. Speaking metaphorically,
I felt like a knife with a blunt edge, never quite able to cut through
the messy stuff.
Two weeks ago I awoke early again listening to the conversation
in my head debating pros and cons of getting up for yoga practice,
when another voice made itself heard. It spoke in a very compassionate
but humorous way. It said something like this: “Look, just
surrender and accept that self discipline is an essential ingredient
to life. It is fun to use it and a little bit of it can achieve a
tremendous amount. So why complain? Celebrate! Stay light hearted
and get on with it!”
Hari Om Tat Sat
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