Mysore Miracle

I want to acknowledge a miracle for one has happened to me, and, it is in the pausing to notice one, that we see how yoga is working in our lives.  No point if we just pass them by.

Only 75 days ago I was on the floor feeling like I was dying in the midst of Lyme disease. Then Dr H came along, then the practice came back, and now I am healed.  It takes some people 4 years or more to recover from Lyme.

This morning I had the most incredible led class of my life. Everything worked, Primary Series flowing, Sharath adjusting me on a deep kurmasana full of sweat.  And on that note, how does he do it? I mean, my back was akin to Niagara Falls and he touched me with bare hands! God bless.

Grimmly wrote and mentioned how not so long ago I was so sick, how I had such an awful year last year and he suggested I take it easy cause I am still recovering, then mentioned how blessed I am to be here.  How lucky am I? Grimmly e-mails me and watches over.

And he is right, in a way it was an awful year that 2011!  And yet, in another way it was not, because it taught me a huge amount of humility.

It taught me that the body may very well not be there at a moment's notice and that the important thing is how we handle what happens to the mind and that the only important thing is love, peace, and kindness.

I had to build back that primary series starting with only 20 minutes of practice from November 2nd on. And that was after having a horrible asana meltdown and three full blown failed attempts, one with a total collapse! It was NOT easy on the ego, not easy on the body, not easy on my family, not easy on anything. But it was done.

The primary series is called Yoga Chikitsa (therapy) for a reason.  The blood circulates to all parts of the body while we go at it (something that Lyme messes up with). The deep breathing spreads the light force and so on. Primary series heals.  

Yes it was a combination of things that helped me,  but I believe it was the clarity of having done primary for such a long time that brought the openness to be ready to hear about Dr H and learn about Chinese ways of healing that so agreed with me.

And so I was dying but now I am alive, where there was darkness now there is light. I was blind but now I see. Amazing Grace.

I am now in Mysore, among amazing practitioners who are totally dedicated to the practice, who take turns to enter the room, who work together in a tacit agreement of kindness.

I am also surrounded by advanced practitioners who have dedicated their lives to Ashtanga for much longer than me.  They help bring the energy of the room up.

I am meeting and finding old friends, excellent bloggers, enormous community of people in search for liberation, for truth, for the way to happiness so we can be of actual service to humanity, so we can achieve the most important alchemy there is to be achieved, that of turning ourselves into kind beings.

I am awaiting my husband whom I love infintelly and who is now on his second trip to Mysore!

And only 75 days ago I was in bed for 20 hours a day.

I am being careful of course (thanks Grim), but I feel healed.  Miracle. Right there.

Thank you! Dear God, or whatever energy you are that helps yogis on the path. Thank you for the miracle of healing, and thank you for bringing ashtanga yoga into my life!  Very specifically the primary series of Ashtanga yoga. The Yoga Therapy, the yoga of healing.