The year was 1992 and I was living overseas with three children under the age of five. I was far away from home in a foreign culture and felt very much alone. I was terribly depressed and disappointed in myself for getting into such a bleak situation. On that day, even the thought of practicing yoga did not stir any joy in my weary soul. I forced myself to spread my mat and started going through the motions. After a few sun salutations I finally connected with my breath and my movements became more powerful.
Soon, all of my troubles were forgotten. All that mattered was that breath and the feeling of my body moving through space. I realized that some of the postures that I was flowing through had once been inaccessible and they were now easy! A feeling of strength and confidence swept over me and a smile began to overtake my whole self. Joy! Freedom! No one could touch me in this space. The walls could come tumbling down and I would be alright.
Then came total relaxation at the end of my practice. In that moment, laughing freely with tears streaming down my face, I knew that whatever was happening around me; I could find peace and strength within myself. All I needed was a small space and the sound of my breath telling me that I am never alone. I felt so close to God.
Have you had moments like this in your practice? Please share your experiences – we are all connected. Love and Peace;