I have heard people say they don’t like yoga because they don’t like the stillness, the lack of stimulation, all the time in their own heads. I love all those things. It’s hard for me to fathom why someone would not.
Tonight my teacher mentioned that some people resist Savasana (Final Relaxation Pose) in particular because it is the quietest, the moment you are asked to “let go” and “release.” A quick Google search shows that many refer to it as the most challenging pose in yoga. (For those who are not familiar with the post, all you do is lie on the ground; the challenge is mental.)
I look forward to Savasana all class. I have to will myself to stop looking forward to it and enjoy each pose, stretch into crescent and lean into warrior I and breathe into downward dog. Savasana is the reward, the payoff, the moment where, if I’m lucky, I find myself lifting off.
Today during Savasana, I couldn’t get the stillness I hoped for, instead I kept thinking about what I wanted to write here. I haven’t been posting much…the blog has sort of fallen off, as blogs are wont to do. But knowing that the project is coming to a close at the end of summer has brought a new urgency to it—What else do I want to say? What have I learned? Where has it brought me?
I want to bring in a piece my friend Amie Reilly wrote about staying in one place in flash fiction, and I want to talk about a woman I met a little over a week ago in Massachusetts who just opened an acupuncture clinic, and about how July four years ago was my first class in grad school. Somehow all these things felt intimately connected. But now I realize I need a little more time to make those connections clear. Instead of rushing ahead to cobble together that post I want to write, I’m going to take a breath and just post these few thoughts for tonight, with the intention to return here soon.