From Abhyasa to Vairagya trough Uniqum
How much yogi can you be when your child has an allergy attack? When you need to call 911? When you talk with the ambulance doctors during the time your child is sitting on your lap and shacking of fear? When you are sitting on the bathroom floor with your loved one in your arms and waiting, and wondering if it is going to be worse or if is he ok? When one cake has turned your and your child’s life up side down and the only thing your brain can scream to you is: “Save your child!” Which I can. I can give him medicine and I can call the ambulance and the help is arriving five minutes later and after one hour he is fine.
Those are the time when life is coming, knocking on your door and wants to test you. This is the time when your yoga practice should help you. Or not. Or maybe it does half way through and at the end of the shit you just take an 3cl Uniqum (Hungarian snaps), and later in the day you sit down and write about it, when your child is finally in bed, safe and sleeping.
Because life happening every single moment of your life. Sometimes it hits you to the ground and sometimes it just shows you its power for just for a minute before it turns away to someone else. How do you want to meet these surprises of life? For me it starts on my mat. In my body. With some self-knowledge, trough self-study (svadhyaya), so I know and feel with my whole body what it really means to breath gently in a stressful situation. Where to go and how to guide.
Because I don’t forget when I did my first hand stand and I was up side down and my shaky hands hade a hard time to find calm. I also did a new pranayama exercise and I felt the anxiety washing over me and I just wanted to go out and throw up.
But I went back to my practices (abhyasa) and without judging myself find peace and space in my exhausted body and my tight muscles (vairagya). And with time, I could even find some kind of harmony (atman), with thousands of wild horses balancing on my fingertips. I did my practice, my job. I am learning every day. But you know, at least I try.
So when I was sitting with my child I knew where to go. So can you.
Now it is time for me to work with the release part of it, without a drink…..:D
See you next time in New York….
Namaste (meaning: I bow to you.)