This afternoon while I was teaching a fairly intrepid group of loyal yogis through what seemed like a monsoon, I noticed how much the rain pounding on the roof was distracting me from really paying attention . I was instructing from my head and not from my heart, practically yelling over the rain, lamenting the newbie who early on refused to relinquish her socks. At one point I barked, “come on, this is not your grandma’s yoga.”
I’m kind of laughing about it now, but it got me to reflecting on how I focus in my life and how my present moment awareness, although earnestly applied, can be so appallingly f*cked up. What is it that really matters? And if I know, how can I apply this awareness to a vibrancy and integrity that definitely marks who I really am.
Honestly, I think it begins and ends with love; a deep inner connection to the prana vayu or subtle body energy emanating out of the heart chakra that infuses me with love. When I’m connected to this energy center, I’m able to live and love in a fashion that reflects the shimmeriness of me, the spirit of me, the true essence of who I am, wholeheartedly; opening up to the invitation of connecting in love with everyone that I encounter. Every single day.
I’m grateful for noticing and also extremely happy to realize that I’ve grown up enough to notice when I’m not noticing. And I take a breath, and adjust my inner compass in the direction of my heart, allowing love to emanate out and flow freely.
Big Loving Namaste!