The wisdom of age
I was driving home the other day from the hospital and found I had two messages on my cellphone. I pulled over to listen to them and they were from a nutty relation spewing venom. I listened without having any feeling whatsoever and then only a mild sense of amusement.
I had, I learned today, transcended the moment.
If every transaction requires a giver and a receiver and I was not the giver of these invectives, nor did I care to be the receiver of them, then I could opt out. I did this mechanically without thinking about it and miraculously had a trascendent moment.
Michele’s talk at yoga today was about how if you are thinking disturbing thoughts to think otherwise. And that you only receive shit if you give or have given the same type of shit. If you are neither the giver or receiver, and have not been, then you have the ability to opt out.
Love this stuff. So today while I was twisted in a pretzel and feeling like my thigh muscles just weren’t going to go along with this and I thought my stomach was pooching out and I looked fat, I said to myself instead – yoga isn’t about being comfortable and what if I am beautiful and voluptuous and desirable, stomach notwithstanding?
It worked – I felt suddenly transformed in this beautiful flexible clear-headed being.