Namaste just graduated its fourth batch of Yoga teachers in February, congratulations gurujis!
But that's not what I'm here to talk about. During the training, I was, once more, teaching the philosophy part of the course. This is a topic very dear to my heart as I get to share concepts that I know deep in my heart, work. Concepts that as a human being, I do not always succeed at applying but nonetheless, concepts that never failed me.
But what I struggled with this time around, surprisingly enough, was finding the words. It wasn't that I was not inspired. I am. It wasn't that I didn't do my research, homework or that I didn't intellectually understand it. I did. The problem was that more than my mind, my heart understood it.
As I sat in front of those beautiful trainees with their eyes full of wonder waiting to receive so many profound ancient teachings that I know rung true, I kept finding myself questioning the need for so many pointers when in the end, it was all pointing to one thing. All human struggles, desires, suffering, needs and ambitions can be solved by solving one thing. Our ability to heal, to find joy, to become free, to find health, to connect with others, all of it pointed to one thing. If we desired all of that we only had to do one thing.
And so I sat finding less desire to talk about it as it was an experience that had to be felt. I knew that in my moments of despair I had to withdraw within myself and find a silent space in my heart that knew no discrimination. I knew that this space had no preference, no agenda and no restlessness. I knew that this space was always available to me so long I remained aligned with Divine harmony, so long I remained aligned so capable of loving and accepting myself and everyone around me.
I struggled to fill hours of Yoga lectures with words when all spiritual teachings can be summed up in a few words: "Expand your capacity for love"