Hearing the “one more” signaling that a space opened and one more student can come in from a voice different from the usual relaxed something in me, and yet it made me try harder as somehow maybe I wanted to show off for the new teachers. Monkey mind. At any rate, it worked for good, my count went slower, I sweated even more, I went deeper, and by the time savasana hit, I just melted.
The upstairs room in the women’s changing room was sweaty, steamy and full, as usual. I was able to open a window, just a crack and get a little fresh air coming in, together with the loud and persistant sounds of Gokulam’s 9 AM, on a Monday.
Laying down, and after the initial shock of the post-practice wore off, this is what I heard:
…Om Bur Bhuva Swaha… I must add more links to the posts on Gokulam… Tat Savitur … wonder if I can really commit to a one hour meditation in the morning and one in the afternoon… Bur Bhuva… Maybe I can get a chai while I wait for HB…Bur Bhuva
This is not just this savasana, but pretty much any savasana, and I have began to live with it, to notice that it is what it is, and let it be.
I have however, added one more thing. When the chatting becomes lively, and I feel ready to stand up and go about my day I now tell myself to go to: “level 2”.
Iyengar says we must relax for 5 minutes for every 30 of practice, which puts me at a 15 minute mark, at least. Thinking: “Level 2”, does something for my westerner mind, seems to focus it back again into what needs to happen, I stay longer, I relax, and my nervous system is grateful.