In the work that I do, I see close to 200 people a week. I work with a few big groups, some small groups, a couple of specialized groups a few private clients. There are men and women, young and old, flexible, inflexible, sad, happy, angry, frantic, grief-stricken. There’s a lot of loss out there. I think to be human is to experience loss.
It manifests in blocked breath or really tight hips, in shoulders so far forward that heads can no longer gaze up. I hear it in the jagged exhale, the “there is no way Susan,” the impassioned no. I feel it in the tilted pelvis, the bunched up shoulders, the broken heart.
Hearts broken open are tender hearts. The juxtaposition of the cracked open hard exterior with the softness found within are vital expressions of a connection to essential nature. We need the fissure to access the sweetness of life within. The one cannot exist without the other. In yoga the broken heart is the awakened heart. The sweetness of life is experienced as an accepted invitation energized by the loss, not in spite of it.
There’s peace and freedom, love and maybe even a glimmer of joy in such an experience. And that’s enough, enough as enough, enough……