Essays on Yoga philosophy and practice for Michelle Marlahan’s Yoga School.
It’s as though the flows of consciousness have a kind of gravity and if there’s not enough energy present, one gets pulled in and only after awhile does one emerge and become aware that awareness had been lost.
I’ve come to appreciate what a large gap exists between what we actually know and what the reality out there actually is. In between (and around, and throughout) is a lot of mystery and unknowing.
What is hate except a very forceful expression of separation? That is not me! That thing revolts me. I want that thing out of my space. I want it out of existence.
I’m reminded that the process can be enjoyable, even with its stickiness and resistance… that it’s actually yummy to dig in and push, spread, squeeze the dough, then roll it all back into a nondescript ball and begin again.
I can feel Atha as an exhalation, a deep sigh, a letting go and a sense of “finally, here we are, we can begin.”
It is not easy to be non-violent. It takes wakefulness, vigilance, strength.