Yoga understands me
Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Do any of you remember the following Chanel commercial from the late 70s?
I used to run to watch it when I'd hear the music start up, from any part of the house. I absolutely loved it. The mood of it had something ethereal that I craved, and I don't know what that was. All I know is that I wanted "it", that mysterious stirring that got evoked, despite the fact that:
1) the commercial did not make sense, and
2) the marketing was truly lost on me.
Anyway, fast forward ~ three decades, and here I am. Still seeking the ethereal feeling. The sense of mysterious something.
I write this blog to try and describe the wormholes in my brain that are the pathways to my definitions of good feeling; the one moment of infinite absolute-ness, and how one hour of yoga produces one fleeting moment of perfection.
Like last night. A perfect yoga session. Poses that are a place of rest and meditation, not a physical struggle. A moment of the infinite and absolute. I was able, last night, to clear my mind and dedicate. And I love that so dearly. For one small kernel of time, I was large small nameless faceless seamless perfect complete.
That sentiment that I've been chasing my entire life.