The Yoga experience is one of sharing.

I’m not certain how many times this scene has occurred,but enough that I can recount it with vivid precision :

I’ve just finished a series of sun salutations, moving inside of my breath.  Inviting it’s pattern to begin and end each movement as if were a protective shell. I can feel something start to stir in my arms–each muscle takes on a light, electric feeling.  My internal rhythm of heartbeat base starts to fill my ears  and I can feel it accelerate slowly like a car engine coming to life after being left in the cold.  The events that happened before class start to dwindle in importance and I am able to recognize my physical body for what it is.  I have feet.  I have arms.  I have a sore back and tight hamstrings. I am present in this moment and listen carefully for the instructor’s next cue.  She asks the class to step back into downward facing dog for five breaths.  A pose that feels enough like home that I don’t really have to think about it.  My body
simply finds it.  And then it happens– with my fingers pressed evenly onto the earth and energy teetering between my hands and feet in the tug of war that is the pose, my arms begin to shake–rather violently.  This disruption sends me right back into the spiral of my “thinking mind” and I begin to judge this experience.  Can anyone else see? Why is this happening?  I should be strong enough by now that my muscles shouldn’t shake doing this pose?  How embarrassing!  Arrrggghhhhh.

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