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PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP TO YOGA
By Jenifer Ebel
The question was recently posed, “What is your personal relationship
to yoga?” At the time of this writing, I am pretty immersed in my
work/play of sharing the study and practice of this ancient path with the
many hundreds of people who continue to pass through The Yoga Studio. And
so my “practice” spills over into the world around me. My main
area of interest lies in the idea of pure awareness, what, exactly that
means, and how it liberates us from our self-imposed prison of the mind.
I love diversity and invite it at my studio. I love offering yoga to those
in their 80’s and to kids and sometimes they are all mixed into one
class. I also enjoy variety in the kinds of limitations and challenges that
present themselves in classes, from mental to emotional to a plethora of
physical situations.
What
does yoga mean to me? Got a few months? It is my life. It thrills me. It
fascinates me. It intrigues me. It does me. Yoga does me. I am yoga. It
is what I am. Actually, it is what we all are, in a sense, because yoga
means union. Body/mind/spirit, self/other, inside/outside, above/below.
Over time, my involvement has become seamless. That is, it used to be that
I would stop and start. Then I had a strong, steady practice for 3 hours
daily. Then one day I realized that my practice is life. It is breath. It
is showing up for myself and my Self and for OM in everyone and everything.
It is the surrender in every exhalation. It is the Grace in every inhalation.
Just that.
