I recently took a yoga class with Yves Oberlin, an Austin-based Iyengar teacher who was subbing for my teacher Louie Ettling. He gave us a relatively generous eight-minute savasana, first instructing to find the pose in our bodies, tucking our shoulders under and so forth. Then he said, “After a while, don’t move. Don’t keep adjusting and re-adjusting. Just accept that this is the way things are.” (Something to that effect.)
Who knows about my classmates’ reactions, but that struck me as a profound statement. Sure, he was referring to an asana, but I projected it to life itself.
Don’t we all eventually (and sooner rather than later) need to accept the realities and live with them? To stop questioning, seeking, trying to change what might very well be “it”: who we are and the lives we’ve created for ourselves.
In savasana, how bad can it be anyway? Might as well stop fidgeting and appreciate the remaining moments of stillness. In life, things can be bad. But (as I’m frequently reminded by a guy who knows me very well) not for someone like me. Really, my “acceptance” should be “appreciation.”
But, for us chronic malcontents, to stop fidgeting is a tall order.
- “What does savasana mean to you?”
- “Getting your ducks in a row”
- “Yamas, niyamas, and you” (I predicted that santosha would be my “work”)