One moment when I felt most alive this year:
The room fell silent even though I knew there was noise. My physical body disappeared even though I knew it was still there. I felt incredible space even though I had my teacher lying on my back squishing me so deeply into my seated forward fold. I had no external senses but a clear internal sense of complete freedom. It was after my very first drop back without assistance and before my very last idea that my Ashtanga practice could not bring me the peace and stillness that I have attained in other yoga practices.
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