Y.O.G.A. It’s sexy, fashionable, unfocused, accessible and popular. Everyone is doing it. Basic accreditation is easy and unregulated. (But with a little more effort one could say the same thing about Massage Therapy. Get what you get, I suppose.) The point being: it’s an external practice, often shallow and one that very rarely comes off the mat.
But I love
yoga. I attempt to yoga every second I am aware. I breath yoga, I eat yoga, I type, massage, drive and read yoga. I even sometimes yoga my meditation. I do it well or I don’t, but it is always happening.
can literally translate as to ‘yoke’ one’s mind. It does not require poses, mantras, incense or the like, just regular, focused practice. And it’s a lot of work! My massage teacher wasn’t kidding when she used the phrase “monkey mind”: every little thing grabs my attention, pulls my mind in whatever direction it decides to go and my heart bleeds or burns along with it.
we have a choice, though? So when you get on the Y.O.G.A. mat, the zabutan, join your Thai Chi class or wipe the dance floor know why you are there; do you want a beautiful body or are you willing to discover your beautiful mind?
you need help in reaching a state of bliss, naturally give me a call. We can yoga together.