YOGIC Wonderment

I am writing from a place of bliss, where my threads are being pulled back to their source, which now also identifies with and for a new beginning.
What I mean is that, hopefully but still maybe, my time in Germany is over. It’s a feeling rather than a certainty - plans have been made, without confirmation - but it’s somehow the beginning of this true change.

I can feel it in my yoga classes as well, where my students start to stay longer around, after the practice, connecting to each other. Last week, they actually stayed longer, remaining on their mat: 10 people spontaneously felt like meditating for 15 minutes. One by one, without talking, left whilst I was away, cleaning the tea cups: there’s not much to say, after that kind of exchange.
I bet we all felt gratitude. Not grateful to someone or something specifically, just the overall bliss, if you know it - breathe it.

The Yoga class I proposed that day, belongs to the Nadī. The preparation is slow, wise and ancient, and then the body enters the Asana sequence from Nadī Uttanasana through other forms of Yoga Ratna.
The center is origin and end of the practice: the Cakra Manipura, whose organ of action are the eyes can really spread its energy through these cleaned meridians, and become impulse for both rooting and ascending, leaving us in the overwhelming bliss of emptiness.

I didn’t plan this class: I was tired after Winter Yoga Day event, and wanted to recharge whilst teaching. I know the sequence of the Nadī, I know the postures, but the symphony came out naturally, and filled every need of the energy spectrum.

The following days I could notice deep change in my meditation. I can now see my body differently, and have a smoother dialogue with the past that inhabits me.