focus on my breath, I feel calmer and when I am very attentive to it, I
recognize I am connecting to the Divine.
It was at the third annual Yoga Fest in Raleigh, NC. This was Howie Shareff’s inspiration. He heads an organization called “You
Call This Yoga” and his organization was sponsoring this event. There were
over 500 people attending the day long workshop and I had been “called”
to be one of them. I hadn’t felt any
inclination to attend either of the first two but the message had come through
to me loud and clear that I was supposed to be at his year’s Yoga Fest. I didn’t know anyone else who was attending
and I had a trip the next day for which I needed to pack but that interior
voice was screaming at me, “Go, you need to go” and so, I did.
didn’t know one teacher from the other.
They all looked interesting and I know I can always learn something new
from any experience so it didn’t really matter to me which class I took. I decided to trust that whichever class in
which I found myself it would be exactly the class I was supposed to take.
technique I had not consistently applied to my practice. Nice!
The next class was titled “Finding Your Edge.” I wasn’t really sure I wanted to participate
in a dynamic flow class, which is what I assumed this class would be but I was
signed up for it and following my own advice, I decided to stay for it. It was not very good, it was
inspirational. Jill was a master
teacher. She was young and wispy and
confident and all that is nice but those are not the qualities not that make a
teacher a master. She was wise and she
clearly imparted her wisdom in a concise, universal language. This, I knew was why I had been led to come
to Yoga Fest. Where was my
our lungs and chest and a deliberate exhale with a reminder to draw in our
belly buttons to our spine and engage our Mula Bandha (the pelvic floor). We then went on with some Kapalahbati
breathing, she incorporated several series of Ohms and she then ended with
another round of Kapalahbati. I felt an
internal shift take place. I
“returned” to Kripalu, the home of my training and a place where I
had absorbed the positive, calming energy of the yoga practice.
end life with our last exhale and yet, how many times during our day do we even
notice our breathing? A dear friend gave
me a plaque one day that said, “Things I need to do today,
Breathe.” One of the most important
yogic tools is the breath. There are
dozens of different types of breathing, some are slow and deep, others are more
like panting and some require one to hold one nostril closed and alternate
between the two. Yoga is not just a
series of poses or asanas. The ancient
writings of Patanjali, the father of yoga, describes eight limbs or disciplines
involved in the practice of yoga. The
breathing or Pranayama is one of them.
They all interweave with each other.
When you unite your breath with your movements, you unite your mind with
your body and with your spirit. It’s a
very powerful tool. I like to start my
yoga classes by inviting the practitioners to watch their breath. “Watch the rise and the fall, the in and
the out, the up and the down. Do not judge. There’s no right or wrong, no good
or bad. Just notice.” Calm penetrates the atmosphere of the
room. It’s palpable. I decided I was at Jill’s class to be
reminded of how powerful life can be when I choose to focus on my breath.
Integrative Medicine, the main teaching is how to calm the mind and therefore
the body by simply sitting quietly and watching the breath. The basic teaching is to “watch” the
breath and when thoughts come along, which they always do, notice them, release
them and go back to watching your breath.
Most meditation practices focus on the breath. Many practices also invite you to create a
mantra, a word that you can repeat over and over. I’d like to claim to be a devoted meditating
but I am not. I pray, I journal but I
have only meditated sporadically, not religiously, even though I truly believe
it’s one of the best paths to optimal mental and physical health. When I have meditated and searched for a
mantra, I found myself focusing on the word, “Jesus.” My inhale led me to “Jees” and my
exhale to “us.” Then I
realized that even if I’m not in a meditative state, I’m always breathing and I
could use my mantra any time I stopped and took a deep breath. “Jesus” It was a short prayer, a short prayer that
brought me home to my God. Now, all I
needed to do was to put the exercise into practice, to make a conscious choice
to take that deep breath whenever I possibly could, whenever I would think to
Insights is on meditation. Actually,
any of the self-help books I’ve ever picked up have at least one section
devoted to meditation. I am presently
reading Richard Rohr’s, The Naked Now.
He too speaks about the breath.
He explains that the Hebrew term for God, Yahweh, is believed to be
derived from four sounds, Yod Hay Vov Hay.
The sound of breathing. It was
such a sacred sound, the name of God, that the Hebrews rarely spoke it. They didn’t need to speak it, they honored
God, brought God to them, into them with every breath. The breath is the life giving force which
sustains us and which, if we choose, can keep us connected to the Divine.
Fest for several reasons, some of which I may not even know just yet but one of
the reasons I believe was to help me refocus on the importance of paying
attention to my breathing. I’ve had a
really rough start in 2014 and I’d lost touch with my breathing practice. It was a wonderful gift to receive from Jill
and the other yoga instructors. It’s
interesting to me how often my yoga practice helps me to strengthen my faith
and helps me to reconnect with my God.
It’s amazing that something so simple, breathing, can be so complex and
so very powerful. Join me, “Take a
deep breath, and exhale fully. Again. One more time.” When I focus
on my breath, I feel calmer and when I am very attentive to it, I recognize I
am connecting to the Divine.