As I stepped onto my mat this week I felt myself dive immediately into a place of reflection. The end of the year can do that to you. As I sat in silence my mind was far from still; the Asana that I had 'conquered' in the past year and those that still seemed to elude me. I sat for a few moments on a kind of roller-coaster ride as I let my thoughts affect my feelings.
I stood up, took a few deep breaths and began my first salute. Inhale...arms up...exhale and fold, my body took over, the practice began to flow. Juicy expanding back bends where I felt the breath rush to my chest intertwined with intense forward folds and smooth transitions. The innate nature of the movement and the breath energised me and inwardly focussed my attention concurrently.
As stillness disembarked itself on me I found the insight into the week ahead.
This clip is a short piece of the practice that prepared me for the final week of classes this year. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gy5JepuCIPc
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do.
That sight becomes this art.”