The Art of Self-Practice (Mysore Ashtanga)

November 7, 2015

This morning I practiced.
It was very simple.
I unrolled a mat, said a few words softly to myself, and began.

Nobody asked me to “open” or “expand” anything.
I was not instructed to take anything from one level to another.

No one asked me to “melt” any part of my body.
It was never suggested that I should “embody” some concept or another.
I didn’t hear anyone “speak their truth”.
No one assured me that I could “manifest” anything I wanted.

It was never suggested that I would be happier if I bought some new product.
I wasn’t told to pursue any bliss.
Spirit was neither mentioned nor invoked.
No one used the word “energy”. Nobody implied that I could be stronger, more beautiful or more free than I currently am.
In fact, no one spoke at all.

I spent two hours moving through a familiar sequence of poses. I did this practice in a warm, quiet room listening to my breath and the breath of those practicing nearby.
I was assisted by a gentle and patient human being who, for the most part, left me alone to do my work. At the end of my practice, I lay on the floor completely still for a long time.

When I was done, I quietly left.
People smiled at me on my way out. I smiled at them.

I will practice again tomorrow.

– Eric Jeffers

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