This practice of yoga has opened my eyes. It’s been a prying open. Raw. Like you might see in a horror movie: a victim’s eyes forced wide to watch some terrible scene on a flickering television screen.
Except what I’ve seen since my eyes have been forced open is not terrible at all. It’s been scary at times, but it’s ultimately been beautiful.
I have experienced joy. Inspiration. I have felt pain.
There has been loads of doubt. Almost more doubt that I could handle at some moments.
I’ve had moments of fear and moments of peaceful calm. I have surfed from that peaceful calm to the highest of highs. I have been intoxicated with love.
It has hurt. It has felt good. It has felt comforting. Like visiting a new place for the first time and immediately feeling at home.
I have become physically stronger than I thought possible. My mind has expanded in unimaginable ways.
I have felt small. And I have found the courage to talk to God. To even say ‘God.’
Today I bow to the lotus feet of my teacher, Sharath. Remembering all of these feelings and feeling all of these memories and knowing, as he says, that
“Yoga is the greatest gift a human can receive.”