Upstairs in church there was a 6 year old girl's funeral. Our church has been praying for her for months. I gave it a lot of thought; how to reconcile the two, death and healing. I had thoughts, but no coherent plans. On the way over I received a call from a student who had arrived very early. Some of the people who were preparing for the reception after the funeral had expressed concern at the lack of respect holding a yoga class would have for the funeral above. This balance, however, is one of the great skills of living. How to be present and have life in the middle of awful things. The world is always with us; how to be of the world, yet not in it.
Before we began class, we set a few guidelines for the length of class (it would be shorter) and the least conspicuous way to exit the building (so a bunch of ladies in workout clothes carrying yoga mats would not disrupt the reception). All of these things worked out well. We left the building just as the service was ending, but this was not the important part. What was amazing was the powerful impact this shortened class had.
Recently I have been experimenting with using the breath to let me know which aspects of my body are holding tension, where should I target my practice. Let's begin. Stand comfortably with your eyes closed. Take a deep breath. Without exhaling, breathe in some more and if possible a little more. Notice where your feel tension in your body, then let all that air out in one long slow exhale. The part of the body where you are holding the most tension feels all jammed up as you try to bring more air into a full body. This exercise feels different every time it is done. Watching a class full of people perform it, give the teacher a strong idea of how to structure the upcoming class.
Tuesday morning the tension was in everyone's upper chest. Given the stress of the funeral and shorter time span, I put together a very different class. If you'd like to try it out, here is a link to a 20 minute version. Let's just say, the class was unique enough that I wasn't sure how effective it was. Did the heart openers work, and would they hold over after the students left?
My question was answered on my way home. Now, a class is much less physically powerful for the teacher than the student, because the teacher is focused outward on demonstration and her students, but I found a huge change had taken place in myself. On my way home I had to stop at the grocery store because I was completely out of produce. As I walked around the store, I noticed something strange. People kept staring at me in the face, like they knew me and expected me to talk with them.
Now I'm not talking about the produce manager or all of the people who work the checkout lanes; those are people I know well and we talk all the time. These were people I had never met before. a Japanese man, an Indian woman, a mother with small kids, the man picking up salt for his driveway (in anticipation of the "white death"). They all seemed to expect me to address them. I had never realized how "in my own world" I was when I shopped. Turns out when my heart is open and I am looking around, everyone I met wanted in on the joy.
This phenomena was well described in How God Changes Your Brain: Breakthrough Findings from a Leading Neuroscientist








