The Yoga room in San Francisco was really big. We used to call it Yankee Stadium for yogi’s.
It smelled like insence, sweat, and chilled foggy air. The ceilings were very high, and there were seven sky lights that lit the room with well, a shade of gray, if you will. It’s Yoga was a haven in the concrete jungle South of Market.
During my training, I remember the classes being full and fun. People waltzed through the doors at 4:20 each day – and I couldn’t understand how that was, doesn’t anyone work in San Francisco?
One class, I vividly remember this quote come from Larry’s mouth:
“You’re not your car, you’re not your job, your not your body, you are your breath.”
I am my breath? What does that mean?
Those early days of transformation were intense for me, I questioned everything, I looked for inconsistencies, and was trying to intellectualize everything I was learning. My ego was fighting for its life, and I was beginning to wonder why on earth I was listening to the “inner critic” in the first place. Surely, all this San Francisco talk is all hippie stuff, but something inside was really triggered, there was a flutter in my heart center that invited me to be open to the possibility, that maybe just maybe, there was truth in all this.
I am my breath. I am Spirit. I am the air, I am the unseen and the untouched, I am that which keeps me alive. I am that which is the intelligence that makes my heart beat without my asking it too. I didn’t make myself, and the Creator and the created are the same. So I must be that too, right?
And if that’s the case, then what about what I am “not.” If I’m not my car, my job or my body, then that must mean when I identify as those things, or have attachment around those things, I am not what I truly am.
I am my breath.
Gosh, most of my days and nights I spend time not then, as I am not, with my awareness focused on my body – what it looks like, feels like, what is happening in my “job” and I guess to a certain extent, my car too! Where am I going today?
Larry loved to say that there was no where to go, nothing to do, and no one to be. Just relax and breathe, and go with the flow.
I used to get so confused by that! I have lots of places to go, lots to do, and everyone to be. Relax and breathe? Go with the flow?
Yes, surrender, Marie. You will gain control when you let go, when you are guided, and allow Spirit (your breath) to lead the way. When you learn to listen to your inner teacher.
I used to sit in that room pretty much every morning, day and evening. If I want to, I can go there right now in my mind, and even smell that smell of It’s Yoga.
I am my breath.
So friends, if I am my breath, you are too. Notice when you are holding it, when you bend down to get something and you’re holding your breath, when you pick up the phone, and hold your breath, when you have to make a decision, and you hold your breath.
Then listen to the sound of your inner voice say, “BREATHE” Take a full one. Pause right there and then, and know, you are not that which you are holding your breath about, you are not your car, your job or your body. Slow down a moment, and realize, You, are your breath.