Holy Moments

A holy moment: 

mostly, it's the stillness within each pose that I'm looking for, knowing that it exist only through motion and balance and being unafraid of falling from this posture. This is what I commit to every morning, sun salutation and certain asanas that stretch my body and spirit to the point of letting go of all but that still-place found within. It's a moment where the breath softens to the point of bare notice, my heart slows its length between each beat to what feels eternal, and everything seems to exists in a pause of motion, just a pure silence now - as if the world suspends itself in worship to what's found. Yes, it's a holy moment, and lasting only briefly, even as it feels timeless in my hold. 

it's why I'm so drawn to early morning yoga...

there's magic in each pose. 

yet this magic doesn't always appear, that holy moment is often a fall from my reach of grace - yoga is the practice of falling from a pose and accepting it as a meaningful experience of my flow, not a disturbance or failure, but simply part of it's expression. It's all yoga, every aspect of my practice, accepting the fall as well as that brief and timeless point of magic, everything belongs.

and it's with this that I realize there really is no singular holy moment, not really, but that life proceeds through the grace of stillness as well as motion, seamless in its flow, magical by virtue of appearance. The holiness is found by letting go of the notion of both motion and stillness, success or failure within a pose, not searching for anything that isn't found right now. 

that's the true magic of each post.

they all proceed through holy moment.

~

Peace, Eric