It was 1982.  What were doing?  Were you born?  Married?  In school?  Like every health-minded young woman back then, I was doing aerobics.  I biked religiously to the exercise studio and jumped and pumped and scooted and flailed my arms in rhythmic dance-like movements.  My favorite outfit was…wait for it…a purple unitard!  Ah yes, it was lycra/spandex, very shiny and was accented by the thin-strapped leotard that scooped waaay below the chest.  Lest we not forget the leg warmers and my crowning jewel, the long, permed hair!  Oh what a sight.  If I only I had a picture to post. I did aerobics and I pretended to love it, but I didn’t. 

One day, I rode my bike to the plaza, followed the loud, thumping music leading to the exercise studio when something caught my eye.  A small storefront where the door read, “yoga”.  I was intrigued and decided to check it out.   The next day, I left the iridescent unitard at home and took a free yoga class.  My first.  I don’t remember the name of the studio, I don’t remember the postures or what the teacher looked like, but one thing is burned into my memory:  the feeling in savasana, corpse pose.  In that final resting pose, I remember what I now know to be a simple guided meditation by the teacher.  I can hear her voice, “…relax your feet, your feet are relaxed…”  Bliss.  I’d never felt so happy, so connected, so still. 

It was a connection that would map the rest of my life.  That feeling, experienced in near sleep, woke me up.  I didn’t have to pretend to like this.  I LOVED it.  It awakened a connection that I’d not felt in other forms of exercise, or other spiritual practices for that matter.  I was integrated completely in the moment as I lay there.  I was connected to something I could not then describe or understand, but I knew how it felt.  I followed that feeling over the next couple of decades and to this day pretend to like cardio exercise, but LOVE yoga.  For me this connection gives me the physical benefits that traditional exercise does, but also the opportunity to connect, and reconnect with that feeling. 

Many excessively bounce around learning the next ‘new’ form or movement set without ever extracting the real internal value from any of them.

 (Bruce Frantzis)