I’ve been thinking…

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Houston, I think we have a problem.

Imagine a human standing in front of you asking you a question.  It is not the easiest question for you to answer.  In fact, you would rather turn, run in the opposite direction and dive into a hole filled with fat,slimy earthworms than answer the question.  But this person is in front of you. Face to face.  Eye to eye.  Nose to nose.  So you dig down deep inside of you and you find the courage to answer the question to the best of your ability.  Phew. That was hard, but you did it, and it may not have been the perfect answer, but you faced the question and you did not run away. I say good for you.

Texting.  It’s a bit crazy to me how this technology has severely wounded the sensitivity and even common sensical part of human nature: we speak. we listen. we respond.

Curiously, with a cellular device in our hand we transcend humanity and become the all-powerful, fearless immortal.  We kick aside three of the four Buddhist virtues: compassion, empathetic joy, and loving-kindness. Suddenly, a person writes things that they would never say in person or they avoid completely questions that they do not want to answer.As far as practicing non-reaction?  You just  hit that send button and shoot of something that has the power to ruin someone’s day.  You don’t have to look at that person and see the damage your writing may have done. Worst even, maybe you don’t even care.

I like human voices.  I like to see smiles and hear laughter. One of the things that I deepened my understanding in through yoga is the power of touch. Humans!  We need to work on this.  We need to teach others to do this.  I believe it will increase happiness in ourselves, our homes, our communities, and maybe even someday in the world.

Remember this.  Those great memories that you have were not from reading a screen, they were made from hearing words or doing things with others, or maybe with the help and support of others.  People give hope to one another with the power of eye to eye contact, and the intonation of our voices.

Lifting each other up, cheering each other on…are not products of technology. Let’s be mindful with our writing.

I was just thinking about that.

The Best Part.

Raining?  Pouring.

Chilly?  Of course.

Dark?  Yup. Daylight Saving Time in New England is just about over.

However, it was warm inside the studio where my high school students and I have been practicing yoga together for the past 3 weeks. That was a good part. The space glowed with candlelight as we focused on finding stillness and balance and breath moving through the postures.  We learned and we laughed, but that’s not the best part.

The best part for me came after we turned the lights on. We were practicing headstands.  Music, laughter, and a few happy shrieks filled the air.  The best part came when through the noise,  I clearly heard one student’s voice.  It was the voice of a 17 year old girl I have been practicing with since before I was a teacher myself.  The walls were lined  with kids finding the crowns of their heads and their cores, and I was busy turning someone upside down. I heard her as she too was teaching.  She was confidently instructing her friend on how to get into the headstand.

It’s hard to explain the feeling I had.  It was pride and happiness and excitement and accomplishment all bottled into one. I thought…this is what it’s all about.  Teaching these young people, so that they will learn and want to teach each other.

That was the best part.

Take this example, and know that this is why I love yoga.  When there is darkness and uncertainty in this life, we practice finding stillness, balance, and focus to guide us. We do this so that when the light does shine, as it always will, we are able to help others as they too journey along life’s path.  We help each other out. We practice kindness. We know what to do.  We know how, because we have been there.

Oh yeah, you bet I let her know how great she is- that 17 year old young woman.  Of course it was through text, because that’s how kids communicate today.  The next time I see her, she will hear it from my lips- accompanied by a hug of course, because that is also what it’s all about.  She does not just need to read it.  She needs to hear it, and she really needs to feel it.

After that, she may just believe it is true.

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