the divine blessings
I had the most amazing Yoga class tonight.
Gods bless S and her unborn baby and her family. And thanks go out for the new art and it's heavenly creator.
I was settled, comfortable. I wasn't fidgety or sore, I wasn't distracted by how out of alignment I always am. I was in a warmly wrapped meditative state throughout the hour and a half class. I was able to find my breath- in the way you're supposed to. I was able to feel and see and control my breath. I was able to open myself and send it out and up. Behind my softly closed eyes I saw pure white, clean branches of breath, arching and swaying, stretching skyward as tree branches. My energy; growing, made of earth and air and spirt. And as I breathed down and out I saw cool, rich, soil colored breath dancing down in a spiral, reaching into the unknown crust below our busy lives. I sent out anything I didn't need and grounded myself into the Earth's healing depths. I lingered in that dark safety, before pulling in a deep cleansing breath of renewed life and singing strength.
As soon as the image came and I felt my diaphragm open and expand, so did my tear ducts. Not tears of sadness or pain or fear, but the soothing tears of peace and divine love. A gentle cleansing stream of hope and freedom washed through me. And I was again brought to a place of connectedness to all things and the blessings that bestow my everyday life. In what seemed only a few moments, as I came out of my poses- tall and sturdy, I finally opened my still moist eyes and I saw the big, brilliant moon shining through the wide windows upon my glory.
~Namaste~
Gods bless S and her unborn baby and her family. And thanks go out for the new art and it's heavenly creator.
I was settled, comfortable. I wasn't fidgety or sore, I wasn't distracted by how out of alignment I always am. I was in a warmly wrapped meditative state throughout the hour and a half class. I was able to find my breath- in the way you're supposed to. I was able to feel and see and control my breath. I was able to open myself and send it out and up. Behind my softly closed eyes I saw pure white, clean branches of breath, arching and swaying, stretching skyward as tree branches. My energy; growing, made of earth and air and spirt. And as I breathed down and out I saw cool, rich, soil colored breath dancing down in a spiral, reaching into the unknown crust below our busy lives. I sent out anything I didn't need and grounded myself into the Earth's healing depths. I lingered in that dark safety, before pulling in a deep cleansing breath of renewed life and singing strength.
As soon as the image came and I felt my diaphragm open and expand, so did my tear ducts. Not tears of sadness or pain or fear, but the soothing tears of peace and divine love. A gentle cleansing stream of hope and freedom washed through me. And I was again brought to a place of connectedness to all things and the blessings that bestow my everyday life. In what seemed only a few moments, as I came out of my poses- tall and sturdy, I finally opened my still moist eyes and I saw the big, brilliant moon shining through the wide windows upon my glory.
~Namaste~