I have never been more appropriately challenged than by the exigencies put to me by my yoga practice. I'm not talking about yoga as in the physical practice of asana, but yoga as in recognizing my connection with other people. It's funny that the process of meditation - quieting my mind and sitting still - prompts me to action. The difference between yogic action and my usual flailing around is the level of clarity.
When we hook into a clear, meditative state, it's like contacting a dear friend we can turn to for help and guidance. There's a spirit of gentleness, kindness when someone teaches us as a friend, a symbiotic nature to the relationship - the teacher helps the student, but the student also helps the teacher. Because promptings and conversations from a yogic perspective are synergistic, they contain the potential for growth. Such conversation with our internal "friend," the teacher who is always there, have a healing quality - there's this opening from them for something miraculous to occur.
When we hook into this miraculous wisdom within ourselves we become advocates for life. Our movements from that standpoint become creative, life affirming, and involve an element of blissful surrender. It's as if we're reaching deep within ourselves and asking our "friend" for help in a quizzical and innocent fashion; there's a sweetness to taking guidance that way. I like it when my actions come from that sacred dialogue, because when they come from me alone, they run the risk of being obsessive, one sided, and uninspired.
Guided action is about finding love, being love, because that is all we are, all that is anyways. Yoga reminds me I am all that.
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