I’ve heard this mentioned for decades. I’d given up any hope that it would happen for me.
But the other day, during my practice, I noticed the weirdest thing.
I was only focused on my breath.
Well, also the poses and my body and its placement (and strength and not-so-strength).
But mostly just my breathing.
I’ve been practicing yoga on and off for over thirty years and consistently practicing for over twenty. And that’s not counting the wee bit I did as a kid with my mom in our pre-Moonie, macrobiotic, chew your food 100 times, hippie days.
But usually, up until now, my mind takes the opportunity to leave my body, leave the studio even, and figure out all the figuring out things in my life.
Not any more. Or at least not last week and since last week. Quiet. Breath. Focus. Presence.
Now I know what people have been talking about and how magic it is. It’s like when, not so long ago, I finally understood the Al-Anon saying, “what other people think of you is none of your business,” and I crawled into my first Al-Anon meeting in 1987.
Sometimes it takes a long time to get it, at least for some of us.
I have worked hard to get this quiet in my brain – all my processing, breathing, healing, caring for and loving myself First Most and Always have rewired my brain in this magic way.
I’m going to dive in and delight in this quiet, to see what more I and the universe have to reveal to me.
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