There was a pretty sweet sequence in the latest issue of Yoga Journal that I'd been wanting to try, so today I got down on the floor and did it, yo.
It was designed by Shiva Rea, who I have a growing affection for after taking an intensive workshop with her in October. I like all the heart-opening/inspirational work that she does, and this particular sequence was all about using affirmations with the poses. Nerdy, I know. But what better way to spend an hour than coming up into Warrior I while proclaiming (silently) "I am receiving divine intelligence!" I mean come on? What crappy saturday tv show will give you
that?
Not that I watch crappy tv. On Saturdays. Usually.
Um...
So, I affirmed my way into a very lovely little mood. I mean...really nice. My nearest and dearest was taking a nap in the other room, the east river was blanketed with fog and falling snow and the lights on the Brooklyn Bridge looked like fuzzy little diamonds hanging from the trusses. It was beautiful. And as I hung wet clothes on our drying racks, in our very quiet apartment, I asked myself what it would be like to stay in the silence just a little bit longer. I asked myself what it would feel like to stay in the silence...for a very long time. I asked myself what it would mean, who I would be, without the voice in my head--the one that dictates to me all day long, day in and day out, who I am and what I want and where I'm going--who would I be? How would I be? And the answer was: I don't know. And the answer maybe was: I would like to find out. And the answer also was: I'm scared.
I am receiving divine intelligence...
