This weekend was yoga teacher training. A chunk of 21 teaching hours blended together. Matthew and I usually leave this weekend feeling fulfilled yet tired to the bone. This weekend was no different. I did get my yoga practice in each morning. Although Sunday was kind of thin on the yoga but I will count the jala neti, which by the way really helped what felt like the beginning of a cold or sinus infection. Amazingly, that bit of underlying sickness is gone.
This weekend I was a yogic warrior. I was the one who painted war paint lovingly and meticulously on cheeks and eyes and lips. Stroke by stroke, each one purposeful. Each stroke a vivid reminder of who I am and what is important to me. Did I actually paint my face this weekend with the blood of berries and plants? No, of course not. But I did do something totally out character. In the middle of my yoga practice on Saturday morning, I found myself compelled to pick up the permanent black magic marker that I had noticed the day before behind the Samadhi desk.
I took this marker and with breath, introversion, concentration and meditation all seeming to happen simultaneously, I wrote the word “Beloved” across the top of my yoga mat. I felt truly freed by writing this. Before I began writing, I had no idea what I was going to put down on the mat, I only knew that something was wanting to get out and express itself. Loud.
When I practice yoga and I understand that I am the beloved and that all that I can see and know is also the beloved, I am peaceful. Yoga performed with this type of sensitivity is infinite times more beneficial that yoga practiced without. My breath awareness deepens, my connection to my “witness” is so immediate. Perhaps by swearing this union and loyalty to the beloved on my yoga mat, I can make this transition smoother to the everday. I can remember that I and all those that I love are also the beloved.
The wise proclaim that love is the only path. Only love can bring unity and remove the separation between all living beings. Only love purifies the body and mind. Love is not far away. It is only as far away as my heart. You can find it in your heart without taking a single step. Love is my only path. I am, in fact, a warrior on the path of love.
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