Terilyn Wyre Yoga is a deeply respected #Seattle #Yoga Teacher. It was a privilege to sit in her presence today at @QAYogalife learning about Consciousness and Manifestation as the divine lovers Shiva and Shakti. Her contexualizing of philosophy thru the poses was brilliant. Her energy was vibrant. She is honest. Her ego humble. The practice was about YOGA. If you are interested in learning masterfully check her out. She is incredible! Her story below is courageous! My story begins in a seated pose; my head stacked over shoulders stacked over hips, calm and unsuspecting of the ghost in my left shoulder. You see, I’d been on retreat in Maui now for several days. I’d truly arrived, my soul had caught up with my body and I found myself steeped in the practice of morning meditation. I’ve always been a sporadic meditator only glimpsing the magic everyone spoke of on occasion and really only ready for a sit after wringing out the “yayas” with asana. This retreat was different, meditation was first. We were guided by true Tantric masters. Sally Kempton facilitated our meditations and then we were led through the yoga practice with my favorite teacher Sianna Sherman. On this particular morning as the tropical breeze blew through the room, I felt particularly comfortable in my body. We established our connection to our root, our connection to our crown and to our breath. We began to cultivate opposition sensation through memories allowing our mind to pass back and forth between two opposing memories until they became one sensation. For example, we brought our awareness to our mind and remembered a time we felt most smart, most together and then a time we we felt most lost and most stupid and passed back and forth between the two memories until they became one sensation. It’s a profound practice. Well, we get to the heart chakra and we are instructed to remember a time when we felt most in love and then a time when we felt most unloved. For me, both of these memories were of my marriage that ended two and a half years ago. I began to feel overwhelmed with emotion, panicked in fact. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run out of the room and claw at my chest. Tears fell down without hesitation and my breathing was loud and erratic. Every pore of my being felt raw and unnerved. Fight or flight, my old standby reaction, was in full effect. But this time I stayed with it. I steadied my breath the best I could, letting memories grip me and trusting the release would come. Slowly as the opposing memories became one sensation, I felt the strongest desire to say “I’m sorry!” I’m sorry to my ex-husband, to myself, for the promises broken, the vows we couldn’t keep. “I’m sorry.” Miraculously as that sensation passed, all that remained was absolute forgiveness. Forgiveness of any blame I placed on myself and on him, pure and profound forgiveness. Phew, let me tell you after coming out of that meditation I was spent. Words could not do justice to how incredible and exhausting this experience was for me. We shared with one other person in the group of nearly fifty and I was so grateful to have a sweet and maternal, seasoned meditator to be my share partner that morning. I could barely speak of my experience with any coherence but she still seemed to understand and support my process. Read more at link 8limbsyoga/blog/the-wing-of-my-heart-my-journey-of-discovering-unattended-grief-in-the-physical-body/
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 06:16:11 +0000
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