For my third Yoga class of this experiment, I decided to change a few things. I tried an evening class, it was Hot Yoga, and my husband came with me. I also came across some Yoga history in a novel that inspired me to look at it differently, as you’ll read below.
Again, it was a new instructor, but I know this instructor from staff parties, as I instruct my own classes at the same gym. It added a certain comfort level being under the instruction of someone I already knew. She was early and prepared, she started the class off with moments of readiness and preparation, and focused our minds on loving ourselves and others. She reminded us to be grateful for our bodies, our hearts, and life itself. She was detailed in her instructions, and gracious in the areas we needed growth. Her class was also the most physically challenging one I’ve attended this month, with many strength and balance poses that the other two didn’t include; fine this time, but I wouldn’t always want that.
I’m learning that it’s important to find out what I want from a Yoga class, and then choose a time of day, level and instructor that delivers what it is that I need in that season. There’s a time for everything.
Coming into an evening class felt okay for me, because I’m not a morning person. I was more alert and had spent more time preparing for my experience. I had picked a Bible verse I’d come across recently that applies well to my current life space, and I was ready to use it as a mantra. I was also using this class to help wind down at the end of a day, rather than rolling out of bed into it, another plus for this time.
It was over 30 degrees Celsius in my city at the time, and we don’t have air conditioning in our house. I had concerns about how Hot Yoga would affect my already over-heated body, so I consumed extra water before going (something I wouldn’t have done well before a morning class). As it turns out, when you walk from 30 degrees into 34 degrees, it doesn’t really feel that different; however, I noticed immediately how much further I was able to stretch into my downward dogs and forward folds, simply from the added heat in the room. I was actually cold when I left the room, which was just what I needed to feel!
Having my husband there was great. He attends my fitness classes often, lifts with me, or we run together. I’m comfortable exercising with him in many capacities, so I was aware of him, but he didn’t distract from my focus. He’s a bit more experienced with Yoga than I am, so I looked forward to discussing the class afterwards with him. His main observation was that he appreciates the time to slow down and actually focus on breathing. The average person breathes in and out more than 20,000 times per day, and breathing is an essential life function, but we don’t stop and think about it unless we make the effort to focus on our own bodies and be grateful for a few moments.
I recently read Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, because in the first third of the book, she relays her experiences of life in Italy, a place I hope to move to. The next two thirds of the book cover her experiences in India and Bali, and I wasn’t planning to read them, but I noticed that the introduction to the India section was about meditation and Yoga, and seeing as how I was right in the middle of my summer Yoga experiment, it captured my attention. Here’s what jumped off the pages at me.
“Why do we practice Yoga?… Is it so we can become a little bendier than our neighbors? Or is there perhaps some higher purpose? Yoga, in Sanskrit, can be translated as ‘union.’ It originally comes from the root word yuj, which means ‘to yoke,’ to attach yourself to a task at hand with ox-like discipline. And the task at hand in Yoga is to find union between mind and body, between the individual and her God, between our thoughts and the source of our thoughts, between teacher and student, and even between ourselves and our sometimes hard-to-bend neighbours… The ancients developed these physical stretches not for personal fitness, but to loosen up their muscles and minds in order to prepare them for meditation” (p.121).
I love that “Yoga” essentially means “union.” Sure, it can be a simple physical exercise, surface level stretching, if that’s what you are comfortable with. But, it can be an opportunity to experience union with other people, or with soul, spirit and body, or with my God, if I set that intention, and I love that. In the business of this life, this North American culture, and this crazy mind of mine that insists on fighting rest at any cost… it’s a gift.
1 Corinthians 1:10 “I appeal to you, brothers and sisters, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another in what you say and that there be no divisions among you, but that you be perfectly united in mind and thought.”
I also love that it encourages one “to yoke” to something, and attach to it with ox-like discipline.
Matthew 11:28 “Then Jesus said, ‘Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls.’”
Sometimes, I feel weary, like I am carrying a heavy burden, and I want rest for my soul from a humble, gentle God. There are many ways I can seek His rest, and I would argue that Yoga can be one of them, if I’m setting that intention – to take His humble, gentle yoke upon me and let myself be taught.
“Yoga is about self-mastery and the dedicated effort to haul your attention away from your endless brooding over the past and your nonstop worrying about the future so that you can seek, instead, a place of eternal presence from which you may regard yourself and your surroundings with poise” (Gilbert, p.122).
Phillipians 4:8 “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.”
Needless to say, after reading all of this, I entered my third Yoga class with a fresh perspective.
“Take my yoke upon you…you will find rest for your souls.”
Does Yoga have to be spiritual? No. It can be purely fitness related. You can walk into that room and let your mind wander through all your to-do lists, and everything you’re worried about, and you can watch the clock and just stretch. If that’s what you need, then do that. If you’re not into the Bible like me, you can choose a different focus, any mantra you like, and make it a positive or relaxing experience, where you practice gratitude, or learn to focus your mind a little more. Or you can use it to connect with yourself, a friend, or God. I have done all three now.
Yoga keeps surprising me. There is one week left in my summer Yoga experiment, and I’m curious to see what it will bring.