I get so used to seeing the fancy, sexy yoga on social media and magazines, that it's easy to forget what yoga actually looks like. And I'm a teacher! I can understand why new students walk in with misconceptions. Therese is helping our group remove the makeup and extensions from yoga to see the smooth and simple face beneath it. It's really quite beautiful! Whether someone is doing handstand, mountain, crow, or happy baby--it is in the breath where yoga occurs.
Growing up Catholic, I was taught that you can pray anywhere. In a pew at church was encouraged, but not required to make a meaningful connection. I'm no longer religious, but I think of this concept every time I breath. It's great to breath during a formal yoga practice, but the world is your mat. The state of yoga can be achieved in everyday situations. Why, I'm sure it's kept all of us from freaking out at the DMV.
During a Superbowl party, I found myself taking deep breaths throughout the night. It was helpful to pause and take in each moment. When I don't find the breath in certain "postures"--knocking on the door, reaching for a Philly pretzel, sitting in a comfy chair next to a friend, holding a beer, holding my husband's hand--I lose the moment. I lose the sensation and significance of the moment. When I do take a breath and pause, I feel content.
If I ate a little too much, at least I was present to know I made that choice. I looked around the room now and then at everyone's reactions to the game and halftime show. Some danced, talked, yelled, cheered. It made me happy. I breathed in the fresh excitement and emotion, and by breathing out I relaxed into the room. The night didn't "just happen" the way a yoga practice can "just happen" without the breath. I'm not going to be able to breath super deeply all day, but once in a while makes a difference.
Therese is right. Breath really is "holy". Whatever god or football team you worship--or don't--life just feels more sacred with a truly inhale...exhale...