No matter what your political views, I think it’s safe to say the past few months have been exhausting. It’s so hard to disconnect from what is happening in Washington, or even at a state or local level, and the onslaught on information, meetings, phone calls, who said what can you believe it is never ending. (Also, after reading this short piece in the New Yorker, the last statement hit home, and shifted my perspective that our political situation is not catastrophic, it is “just a problem”).
That’s why, this past weekend, I was beyond excited for YogaFest. YogaFest is an event some co-workers and I put on, and this was our second one. It’s a day full of workshops from yoga teachers in Rochester and the surrounding areas, plus vendors that support a healthy lifestyle, and this time we even had a cooking demo (And before I go any further, I need to shout out to Kristy, Ryan and Brandi, because this was far from a solo endeavor, and you three are an integral part of making this day happen).
Even though I was working most of the day and only got to do a bit of yoga and meditation, it was everything I needed. Being surrounded by people from my community who care about themselves enough to take an entire Saturday to do yoga spoke to me. Some of these people I knew, but most of them I did not. And to be together in one space, sharing a day of meditation, self-love and yoga was exactly what I needed.
We closed the day with a singing bowl meditation from one local instructor. I adore the sound of singing bowls, I love the way you can feel the vibrations in your body, and hear them reverberating throughout the room. For whatever reason, I feel an ancient connection when I hear singing bowls. As the meditation was drawing to an end, I became quite emotional. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. All of the people in the room were there because of work that I had done, an idea that formed in my head. And to be able to give them the opportunity to take care of themselves, and that they had taken the opportunity, was overwhelming. I don’t think my heart has ever been so full, and I don’t say that lightly. Full of joy, of happiness, of thankfulness and love for every single person in that room.
That’s what I love about yoga. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you look like, what you believe in. All that matters is that you show up for yourself, that you take time to cultivate your own sacred space.