mute yoga
Dragged myself out of bed early this morning just for yoga and I’m really glad I did, especially as Ana the instructor dragged herself there even though she was ill … and couldn’t speak! So we had a very unusual class today. I had suggested “yoga charades” but Ana opted for simply clapping her hands twice whenever were about to change positions so that we would know to to look up and see what she was doing next. It worked quite well but I missed her saying the little namaste thingy at the end …
Venero el lugar en ti en el cual reside el universo entero.
Venero el lugar en ti que es amor, verdad, luz y paz.
Cuando tú estás en ese lugar dentro de ti,
y yo estoy en ese lugar dentro de mí,
somos uno solo.
I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells.
I honour the place in you which is of love, truth, light and peace.
When you are in that place inside you,
and I am in that place inside me,
we are one.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
Lovely…
Namaste.
Love the sentiment, wish others would live like this.
I love yoghurt too, especially the frozen varitety… you just cant talk when you eat it!
I fear I will never achieve this level of benevolence despite forty years of various levels of Yoga practice. I am of the Grumpy Dosha, and there are days when the NAMASTE plaque at my door should probably be rearranged to AMNASTE, with a long E.
However, one of the coolest workshops I did in my massage training involved not speaking for just eight hours. Damn, it was peaceful.