Chinese proverb.
So it all started one morning in spring 2009, in Nice. I have no recollection of the teacher, her voice, her face, the postures we had practiced.
On the other hand, I remember an energy, an atmosphere, feelings felt during the relaxation at the end of the course. We had done what is called in the yoga jargon a "body scan".
Lying on our backs with our eyes closed, we let ourselves be guided by the voice of the teacher who invited us to visualize and feel every part of our body, from head to toe. It was a question of perceiving, of focusing all our attention on the sensations present at this precise moment.
Tensions, blockages, feelings of cold, warmth, deep abdominal breathing or stuck at clavicular level, the weight of our body in the ground. Relax your jaw, stop clenching your teeth, little habits that you rarely become aware of on a daily basis. It may seem trivial, but the first time I was involved in this exercise, I almost went into a second state and it was a truly memorable experience.
I remember then going to class, free of any stress and having given my presentation in English in front of the class, without the slightest apprehension. At that moment, I felt I was present, in full possession of my means. Which wasn't so common.
After this first session and in spite of the well-being felt during and after, I didn't try to find out more. I don't know why, it was a long time ago and perseverance was not part of my qualities.
When I arrived in Paris, caught up in the whirlwind of discoveries of all kinds, I didn't feel like starting to discover this mysterious discipline either. I don't think it was the right time.
My life was a race, parties, exhibitions, movies, concerts, concerts, boys. Paris was a huge exploration area, the city was mine and I belonged to it too. Between us, it was a merger. I finally felt like I was living with enough space. The conditions were however harder, but everything seemed more real than in the south, the people here were "awake", yes, that was exactly what it was.
On the surface, nothing was ever repeated, I met so many people, I finally felt I belonged to an environment, to a place. For a few years, people marched through my life until I too became a passerby, a second role in the hands of a screenwriter who himself would have given in to some kind of automatic writing that no one knew exactly where it would lead us.
I was getting lost.
Of course, at the time, I wasn't aware of it. I could feel this restlessness, this permanent tension that never really left me but for me, I was made like this, it could not be questioned or considered as a sign of an imbalance. I was a worried person, just as I was brown with brown eyes.
Then one day, next to the pool where I was going to swim, I came across this yoga studio that had just opened. I took a course, then two, then three, but I didn't feel this delicious exhilaration of the first time.
A yoga teacher, beyond the teaching of postures, transmits above all a particular energy.
Like any teacher actually, right?
At the end of the day, what are the ones that have left their mark on us? What do I remember when I think about my favourite history teacher in high school? Forgotten, all those tasty anecdotes that he told us in each class, but I remember the little corner smile that he had when he made History and its stories coexist, the closeness he felt to his contact, the friendly, reassuring and stimulating climate that he had been able to create.
I also remember my dear Spanish teacher and her broken voice, her colourful outfits, her bunions arranged with three pins, Argentinean songs that we sang all wrong together, in her friendly ways that we were not used to with the other teachers.
Energy. Which are felt, in a totally subjective way.
I didn't feel anything with this Parisian yoga teacher, I was disappointed.
A few years passed, I finished my studies, went abroad, then returned to Paris, I entered the working life. I always felt compelled to run, as if I was being pursued by some imaginary threat, in the urgency of living, reading, eating, smoking, knowing everything. I was voracious. And in my rare moments of loneliness, terrified of emptiness.
Deep down, deep down, something, perhaps a conservation instinct, was whispering to me to slow down. I moved, I was alone again, it was the possibility of a new start, I think I wanted to transfer the scriptwriter to the controls and start again from the beginning.
I tried to…
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STOPThis state is just like when you do meditation, you become unconscious and feel some positive energy is coming. Thanks
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STOPwow this is grat post bro same back to you