Energy.

The breadth of the human experience must go beyond the mundane daily existence of living. Understand: there is Energy pulsing through us all the time. Call it Energy. Call it Spirit. Call it God Force. Call it your great aunt Matilda. It doesn’t really matter what you call it. It’s there. Our choice is whether or not we chose to notice it, to tap into it, to see it for what it is. What happens if, for instance, you imagine a white light energy glowing from your heart center and third eye for a minute? Yeah, I know: the first thing that crosses your mind is “why I am reading this blog anyway….the girl’s gone batty.” But if you please, hear me out.


Yesterday in the Saturday morning yoga class, as Geeta had us do about 10 Viparita Dandasana’s with bent legs in a row insisting that we hold the pose, I started to envision this Energy. Yes, I was still working on the minutely physical details of press the wrists down, lift the shoulders up, open the chest, etc. etc. Yoga asanas can have timelessness to them, so my guess is that we held each Viparita Dandasana for a minute; however, it just as easily could have been 30 seconds or three minutes. Hard to say. The first few repetitions were a mostly physical experience for me. Then I started to imagine this Energy, along with the breath, flowing throughout every cell of my body and somehow I gave up the struggle aspect. Not only was I able to hold the pose, but I felt like I could have held the pose even longer then when Geeta told us to come down.

Now Viparita Dandasana is a challenging pose for me and multi-tasking the physical requirements of the pose along with envisioning this Energy still remained a challenging task. Sirsasana (headstand), which for me is a easier pose so far as the physical requirements go, followed all of our Viparita Dandasanas. Here I could really envision a strong white light beaming throughout my entire body, seemingly lifting me to the heavens. Now this is where it gets interesting. Patricia Blanchard, the eighty-three year old with flaming, and I mean FLAMING red hair, observes some of the classes in the back of the room. She happened to be sitting by me. After Sirsasana as we shifted things around to prepare for Salamba Sarvangasana, she leaned towards me and whispered, “your Sirsasana is very strong.”

For me, I am beginning to deduce that THIS ENERGY is what yoga is all about. Of course, I’ve read this. I’ve heard it said a million times by a million different teachers. Experiencing is a different story. Maybe this is how that magic man made my hands smell like Champa last week. I hope to see him again today as I head, once again, to the blissful swimming pool across town.