It’s probably the weather. Or having had my fill of the long, dark days. Lately, whatever the cause, I can’t shake a restlessness. A sinking feeling that I’m not doing enough. It feels like I imagine coming out of a hibernation feels, and the bears are cranky when they wake up right? So it’s ok. Return to the practice. Return to the breath. Everything is as it should be, no?

I always think the answer is yes. Everything is as it should be. How could it be otherwise? We are all connected, so there is a miraculous balance, a symmetry, to the roles we find ourselves playing. Do you ever walk down the street, or through a shop, or whatever, and try and make contact with everyone? Just that, eye contact. No hellos, no expectations. It’s a great practice. I always feel I’m seeing a fellow traveler when I’m centered enough to even remember to do this. Then I don’t see clothes, assume what job someone might have, what their upbringing was like, the type of things that lead to judgment and categorizing. Instead I’m seeing in others’ eyes the uncertainty. The striving. It’s incredibly beautiful.

It reminds me of what I was looking for — how lost I felt —when I found yoga, or it found me. It reminds me that my peak experiences in the practice have always been stillness. The ones that come after the headstand. After the too hard practice. In the morning — first thing — after the dreaming, in meditation. Stillness is the peak.

To this end, starting  early Friday, March 24th (time TBD) we’ll start to see if we can go all the way, together. It’s an experiment, and a dream. Asana, Pranayama, Mudra, Mantra, Meditation. 90 short minutes. A teachers’ practice, open to all who are striving.

Hari Om

Keith