The monsoon came in the middle of class flooding the room and forcing us to move. The rain pounded on the tile roof as I exhaled into downward dog. A serenity washes over me. I am in a state of bliss. I am exactly where i am suppose to be. If only I could stay forever in this downward dog breathing to the sound of raindrops...how will I ever convince myself to go back to prelims and dissertations? Maybe in another lifetime I was meant to be a yoga teacher on the beaches of Thailand.
Something about coming to my mat. It pushes all else away. My mind no longer wonders or worries, I am present as I inhale into and exhale out of each posture.
"And inside of you, there is a peace and refuge, to which you can go at every hour of the day and be at home at yourself."
I met a Taiwanese woman today studying yoga. She's in her 50s and traveled all the way to India on her own speaking very few words of English.
"I often think about how I would want to die...I would pick some remote place where nobody would ever find my body, and from which I could enjoy an especially beautiful view. I'd lie down facing that view and take my morphine. That would be the best way to die...with the last sight I see being a view of Montana as I want to remember it."
"Why be elated by material profit? The one who pursues a goal of evenmindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss. He knows that man arrives penniless in this world and departs without a single rupee."
Maybe if we spent more time thinking about death, we'd know how to live.
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