I awoke this morning with a plan in mind, something I thought I would need to “get it all done”. I had a full calendar, two appointments in the morning followed by a meeting in the afternoon, a workout, housework, errands and then teaching yoga tonight.
As is often the case, my day didn’t go according to plan (or it hasn’t thus far anyway). My first appointment was a no-show and my second one was cancelled, and I found myself with a whole morning on my hands.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, my business is “stuck” right now… and for a little while I sat here in front of the computer playing around… trying to come up with a blog post, a newsletter, some events… something, ANYTHING to get things moving again.
This wheel-spinning lasted for about 30 mins, my brain bouncing around from thought to thought, idea to idea.
That is when I remembered that I have a BODY. I know, a radical discovery, right?
Well, it actually IS radical. Maybe not the fact that we have one (which I actually do think of as quite miraculous), but the fact that most of us spend ABSOLUTELY NO TIME IN OUR BODIES WHATSOEVER! What I am referring to here is awareness. Consciousness. We spent most of our time (like 99.9% of it) in our minds, allowing our consciousness to float from thought to thought, idea to idea, just like I was doing this morning.
The thing is, our minds are so very limited as compared to our bodies. One of the metaphors used in my coach training program was to think of the information processing potential of our minds as a golfball, compared with that of our bodies which would be the size of a football stadium. I don’t know about you, but I think I would rather listen to the part of me that has access to a stadium full of information rather than a puny little white ball.
Basically, our bodies are connected to the field. The oh-so-mysterious field of energy that makes up all that is, all that ever was and all that ever will be… that field. Actually, our bodies are a part of the field. Our minds on the other hand are trying to filter the information that the body is receiving from the field. The mind literally sees its own version of reality according to the belief system of the person perceiving/thinking. In other words, its job is to limit the amount of information that the thinker is receiving.
Are you with me so far? Good.
Here is what I have come to believe: because our bodies are connected to the field (ahem, ARE the field), they are the true connection to our soul (or highest self).
Going back to my “your body is a vessel guiding you on your journey through life” metaphor, who would you rather have driving the vessel, the brand-new sailor with the shaky legs (aka the mind) or the ancient way finder who has been charting your course for lifetimes (aka the soul)? I don’t know about you, but I am picking the ancient guy(gal).
Now, what the heck does this body stuff have to do with honouring a guru?
Good question, and I’m gonna tell you.
Back to my story about this morning. Once I realized I was spinning the wheels of my mind, I climbed into my body and I opened up to what wanted to be. What this means to me is to let go and allow myself to step into the flow of life. To listen to what my body wants to do/feel/experience and then follow these desires.
Turns out my body wanted to first look for inspiring images on the internet… I believe I googled the term “tribal art”… and then, pretty much instantly I was upstairs digging out my painting supplies, lighting a candle and putting on the music.
After smudging the paper with a blessing, an intention and a happy dose of Agua de Florida, I was off and running. The above picture is what wanted to be.
About halfway through the painting, I realized that this painting is my way of honouring the late master yoga teacher, BKS Iyengar. I had the blessed opportunity to spend a month of my yoga teacher training with one of Iyengar’s students, Victor Oppenheimer, who studied directly under the yoga master for over 20 years. Although I never got the chance to visit India and meet Mr. Iyengar before he passed, I feel humbled and honoured to be a part of this teaching lineage.
Once the painting was completed, I found this quote to go with it… which of course tied into the whole body thing that led me to paint this in the first place… TA DA! We have come full circle… and I also saw that this could be a blog post. No forcing. No head bashing. No staring at a blank word document. Instead there was flow, music, candles, art, quotes and reflection.
Mmmmm….. my body definitely knows best.
On that note, it is with a deep bow of Gratitude that I honour BKS Iyengar’s life and the light that he shone on this planet. He played a huge role in bringing yoga to the West and for that I am forever indebted and grateful. Yoga has profoundly changed my life for the better, and it continues to beckon me deeper and deeper into my body, into myself.
Om Shanti Mr. Iyengar. May your blessed body rest in peace and your soul fly free.