The collective realm: skeletons and sinkholes
Crack, pop, bend, snap, grind, meld, mesh, breathe, release, goes the sound of my skeleton as it reluctantly welcomes day three of yoga school.
A sinkhole of stagnant, rigid energy resides at the base of my spine: the result of an eight-hour, deep yogic sleep. As I wake up, slowly the energy starts to rise, creating an intense sensation, a pressurisation around my sacrum. Equally heating and cooling, replenishing and repairing, the sensations start to build up speed and momentum. They shift into a circular motion and manoeuvres upwards my spine. At first slowly, overwhelming and trickling with emotion, until…
BURST!
A sinkhole of stagnant, rigid energy resides at the base of my spine: the result of an eight-hour, deep yogic sleep.
I feel a rush of energy so alive and electric surges along my spine! Formless yet with such force, the energy explodes through my skeleton, erupting into my nervous system. Swallowing each vertebra with heightened awareness and a sense of stillness, it flushes spinal fluid so clean, so fresh and alive. Inviting my bones, ligaments, joints and muscles to enjoy this euphoric, ecstatic state of bliss, I allow the energy to vibrate through me. Charming my mind to welcome and explore this luxurious state of peacefulness, I dissolve and melt into my breath.
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
This is why I practise yoga, this is why I am at yoga teaching training, this is what I must share with the world.
Ahhhh… Yoga: you get me every time.
