This writing is from Eric Jeffers, who wrote a note on Facebook, which made its way around. When I sometimes feel that yoga is too much about a teacher or a ‘rockin’ playlist…I get a gentle reminder of why the Ashtanga lineage has meant so much to me.
Silence, independence, learning to trust and believe in yourself…exactly where you are.
This morning I practiced.
It was very simple. I unrolled a mat, said a few words softly to myself, and began.
Nobody asked me to open or expand anything. I was not instructed to take anything from one level to another. No one asked me to melt any part of my body. It was never suggested that I should embody some concept or another. I didn’t hear anyone speak their truth. No one assured me that I could manifest anything I wanted. It was never suggested that I would be happier if I bought some new product. I wasn’t told to pursue any bliss. Spirit was neither mentioned nor invoked. No one used the word energy. Nobody implied that I could be stronger, more beautiful or more free than I currently am.
In fact, no one spoke at all.
I spent two hours moving through a familiar sequence of poses. I did this practice in a warm, quiet room listening to my breath and the breath of those practicing nearby. I was assisted by a gentle and patient human being who, for the most part, left me alone to do my work. At the end of my practice, I lay on the floor completely still for a long time.
When I was done, I quietly left. People smiled at me on my way out. I smiled at them.
I will practice again tomorrow.