That lavender aroma. A gentle aura. Soft orange hues. The warm glow from the salt lamps turned my skin iridescent. My mind slowed.
I placed my mat down and sat in a comfortable Sukhasana, waiting for Tony to join us and lead our practice. It was not until then that I noticed the others in the room. Quietly breathing, eyes resting softly on one steady spot, everyone else seemed to be caught up in their own universe as well. My presence was not ignored, but it was not completely acknowledged, either. Yoga on Davidson’s intimate studio allowed us to share a space where we could feel alone but not lonely. Special.
We then went from merely sitting with each other to moving with each other, not just acknowledging each other’s presence but appreciating it. As we exchanged Namaste’s, a humble wave of contentment saturated me. In this moment we were sharing more than what we were saying – the sentiments ran deeper; their body language, and most significantly their eyes, were telling me more than their words could ever. I have seldom felt as connected with other beings as I did in that moment. The sensation of being alone in a room full of people dissipated completely. Exceptional.
What caused this gradual shift in energy?
Sure, spending a prolonged amount of time existing in the room’s inviting ambience did not hurt, but there had to have been more beneath the surface. Was it, then, the more tangible act of synchronized movement producing a sense of connection? Digging even deeper, could such a communal feeling have been instilled due to even more individualistic transformation? That is, we allowed ourselves to make room in our headspace for internal vulnerability, spending roughly 75 minutes separately staring our feelings, sensations, and thoughts in the face until they squirmed and loosened their hold on us. In doing so, could we have opened up space for an external vulnerability that begets this profound connection felt?
This specific yoga flow served as a type of visceral lecture, or discussion, rather, for me. A space where ideas and thoughts could move freely throughout the medium of our bodies – as they are works of art, would you not agree? – and the intimate space between.