The goal of yoga is to quiet the mind so that you can sit still in the presence of God. I realize this is what I had been doing in all of my searchings: when I sat around the fire with the Mayans in Guatemala, when I sat in the sweat lodge with the Mexicas in Central Mexico, when I sit in the sauna at the Korean spa in Edison, go to acupuncture, practice yoga.. It has all been to quiet this spinning mind so that I can sit in God’s presence,
again.
It happened in the midst of tragedy that I stopped controlling for a moment. When Kesner died. I stopped for a moment and I felt a profound sense of being held. In tragedy this happens, they say. Tragedy begets deep spiritual experiences. I was held. Silenced.
And I’ve been looking for that freedom ever since.
It comes more easily now with practice. Daily, I practice. And daily I find pockets of grace, these moments of true freedom.
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