Even though I (try to) meditate every day, I think my holiest moment this week happened while I was holding a plank for a minute to Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar, sweat dripping down my nose, the music pulsing through my body. I was inhaling a light, sea blue and that’s what my body starting to fill with. Beautiful, glowing blue - clean and energizing and divine and pure. Everything I was in that moment was soul and sweat and blue and shaking muscles and cells pulsing with the beat. Pure presence, pure holiness.
I have a rule on my yoga mat: no bad thoughts allowed. No stress, trauma, pain, shame, anxiety. I set an intention each time I step on the mat now to be nowhere else but in that breath, in that pose. Not thinking about which pose will come next. Not worrying about “saving my energy” for the more intense segment of class. Not wondering how much time is left on the clock or what I’m doing afterwards. Just the breath and the moment. If I wander too far, I pull myself back with a mantra or with just breathing in a color and breathing out the garbage.
So hum. I am that. The music, sweat, body, breath, soul. I am all that.