The Pelvic Bowl
Original date: May 5, 2018
I went into yesterday morning’s practice with caution, curiosity and openness. My consciousness noticing the mind quietly, squirmishly scripting a story of high expectations, hoping for an experience like Wednesday morning’s and that ever-so-subtle fear that it wouldn’t happen again.
The subtle mental striving to just BE in the feeling experience like on Wednesday. And the feeling-action of softening back into the breath, letting go and trusting the process.
Focus was on connecting the pelvic bowl and heart area. Noticing habitual gripping. Noticing where energy accumulated and coursed as we released from the intensity of a pose. Three-part breathing, ALWAYS starting from the pelvic bowl. ALWAYS ending in the pelvic bowl.
What I love about Hatha Yoga is that each asana is a gesture of DEVOTION opening to LIGHT-LOVE-BLISS.
Shakti Soma Yoga Sanctuary is butt up against the foothills of the Rockies, its practice room lined with windows that look directly out onto nature. Sofia is always having us drink in the chi of the natural world, the sun, instructing us to open BIG our eyes. And now with Spring IN BLOOM (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpDYfkymaSE), to choose a green we feel most drawn to and wash it through our body, especially our liver.
Sofia also always brings up in practice that females biologically have nearly two-thirds more nerve receptors than males. A female’s feeling capacity is simply, by nature, greater than a male’s. And yesterday morning she brought it up again, instructing us from our place in Tadasana to look outside and notice all of nature that was feminine, the trees, rocks, mountains, squirrels, birds, flowers, bees.
From wherever you are, when you breathe into the pelvic bowl and presence total FEELING awareness on relaxing everything (the groins, buttocks, inner channel lines of the legs, etc.), the heart naturally opens.
Practice ended like this: we laid down with legs stretched long, right ankle on top of left, hands interlaced behind heads, elbows out resting on the floor. Luxuriating as though in a vast meadow, bathing in the colors all around, instructed to say, “I am not afraid.” Then we slipped out and into savasana, completely letting go of everything as though we had literally just died. After a couple of minutes we were instructed to, “roll onto our left side as with the force of an earthquake rumbling across the earth” and pause there for a moment, feeling with certainty the relief of who we are, in total truth-expression, and deciding whether as we rose to sit, we would rise to receive our true nature or give it out as a gift.
It was in that moment, as I rumbled to my left side and paused like an elephant (my mom’s favorite animal) lying on its side, there was a pop. This time, it was not just my own, but everything and everyone’s. Rising to sit, I received. My seat never felt so good.
Everything is FEMININE.