Today's class was hard. Really hard. I almost threw up. I almost passed out. There is always a point in a hot yoga class when I think to myself, "This is insane. Why am I doing this?" I always walk out of the studio with a smile on my face though. The good news is that I definitely sweated the loneliness right on out of my body. I feel better. Today's class was taught by my friend, Liz Workman. She's awesome. She always has some great/interesting theme or focus or story that strings throughout her classes. This time it was whirling dervishes and Rumi. She read this poem at the end of class:
This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness
Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!
Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.
Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.
Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.
Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.
The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.
These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:
Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.
-Rumi
On a less serious note....Liz suggested that we drink coconut water after class. She explained that we had just sweat so much that we needed to drink something more than just plain water. I went to the Turnip Truck and got a coconut water. People rave about the stuff all the time. This was my second time trying it, and I had the same reaction. I just plain don't like the taste of it. I drank it anyway, but it was not easy. Is there anything else besides coconut water that has the same health benefits?
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