April 8, 2010
I read my last post - my first to the World, and I’m not surprised at the rational incongruity; I tend to do that. Is it in my thinking that I do it or in my being? I wouldn’t know.
We witnessed a Master’s Class last night. One of our 200 hour certification students presented it as her final exam. Her theme was the third chakra – Manipura – the power chakra associated with personal identity and one’s life’s work.
When she was finished and everyone gone home and we talked, she burst into tears of gratitude.
That’s when I realized how absurd it was of me, just days before, to think I could come to knowledge in the absence of crying. I used to expect Yoga practice to make me tough, detached, and that first post sounds as if that old expectation still lingers. Yoga’s actually done the opposite for me - the feelings rise more quickly to the surface.
What a gift are tears, washing away confusion, spring rain to the merry mud of ignorance.