Some of you may have noticed that this is the second shivasana-related post I have written lately. Not to worry. I had, for me anyway, an extraordinary experience at my yoga class today. After spending the initial minutes thinking about shaving my legs, and revising my manuscript, and whether someone at the yoga center might know where to find tofu in Geneva because we have a vegetarian visiting, and my sister and her family moving to Chicago, I was finally able to clear my head and just...be. This is hard for me to do.
I focused on my third eye and my breathing, and magically, something like a dark flower appeared in the middle of my forehead. It expanded to full bloom as I inhaled, and contracted to a bud as I exhaled. It may seem a small thing, but to me, it seemed like a real breakthrough. I can't pray anymore, at least not in any meaningful kind of way, and I miss that feeling of being connected with something greater. Not to get all New-Agey or anything, but this approaches the way I used to feel when I prayed. So.
The adorable picture, is from the all-too-addictive website I Can Has Cheezburger?. I can't really explain it, except to say that the invented grammar and language is part of the whole extended joke.