8.15.2011

The Impetus and Yoga: It's enough

I've spent the better part of the past three weeks in careful observation, watching my reactions to all the twists and turns, fascinated at the force behind them.  In doing so, I think I've come away with some important realizations, the first and most important being that I am already happy.  My life is already complete.

At twenty-six, I have been a seeker of knowledge.  I have followed my passions.  I have had a good love and I have touched a few lives for the better.  I can hardly conceive of anything more.  When the possibility that the "rest of my life" could be a short stint became exponentially more likely, there was nothing I felt rushed to do.  No big apologies so far left unsaid.  Nothing to create or accomplish.

I have also learned that to meditate on the moment of death is to experience bliss.  I think it may be the key to liberation, to hold a glimmer of anticipation for that final exhalation.  The long Savasana.  The better the practice, the better the rest, am I right?  Such a useful tool is this yoga practice, a convenient microcosm of the possibilities of life.

Perhaps the most ironic and indeed the most practical of the realizations I've come away with is how physically healthy I am because of the yoga.  Keep in mind that I do not do "cardio" of any kind, nor do I lift weights (though, as I've mentioned, I do pull-ups and push-ups semi-regularly to protect my shoulders).  I also eat a ton of cheese and have a drink or two nearly every night.  (Note:  "1 or 2" in this case is not a euphemism for 8 or 10, as seems to be the custom).

Through the many medical tests and scans, it was revealed again and again that all systems are running strong.  I was asked by the blood tech, who said she had rarely seen such good cholesterol numbers, if I "work out a lot."  The surgical nurse asked me after the biopsy if I am a runner because of my slow and steady pulse throughout the operation.  My chest x-ray revealed that I have larger lungs than the average female of my size (truthfully, I don't know if that is reflective of my pranayama practice or if it's even related to lung capacity, but I thought it interesting).

It is sometimes questioned whether or not yoga  -- for our purposes, this includes asana, pranayama, and meditation -- is enough to bring health to the body.  Based on what I've learned from this ordeal, I would have to say that it is.  I'm so glad, because now I can finally get rid of those running shoes that I never wear but keep stashed away for fear that I may, one day, need to lace them up again.  Good riddance.

6 comments:

  1. Hahaha, I laughed at "not a euphemism"...

    Phew. This is beautiful. I try to think about my life like that - what would be my regrets, what would make me proud or sad, but it's difficult. I think I've already mentioned it, but I I was on vacay with my mother a little while back, she is about ten years into retirement, and hearing about what is happening to all her friends or friends' spouses (disease, accidents, more disease...) made me realise two things: I am right in thinking that if there's something you really want or something that is imortant to you, don't postpone it forever thinking there'll be time: there mightn't be. Plus: enjoy the everyday. Have that glass of wine, have that drink, have that dessert, move and enjoy your body, see that friend, that concert, that show. Life is just made up of one "everyday" after the other, and one day there'll be no more, so have it your way, spice it up, live a lot! Oy, I'm starting to feel like a drink :-)

    Thanks for posting your thoughts. Being well - it's a gift, right? ;-)

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  2. This is a beautiful post, Megan. I'm so happy you are in the best of health. I like what you said, "My chest x-ray revealed that I have larger lungs than the average female of my size".

    Personally, I hope my backbend practice will eventually also enable me to develop lungs that are larger than those of the average male ;-)

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  3. Awesome, beautiful, sweet post! Always enjoy reading your blog! Thanks for sharing!
    -K

    PS. Your new layout matches your uplifting musings!

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  4. I really admire the way you've dealt with this scare, with great courage and acceptance of our mortality. It must come as a relief that when facing a shortened life you find you don't have huge regrets and apologies.
    Here's to the future and more yoga and cheese!

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  5. Your last 2 posts have been so beautiful, rich, honest, wise...I could go on and on. You are a very wise old soul at 26 and your ability to convey thoughts and feelings into words is a true work of art. Bravo!

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  6. Anne - So true. Enjoy the little things!

    Nobel - I've always held a suspicion that I possess a giant pair of lungs. I was a vocalist for some years before I came to yoga, and it was pretty obvious even that I could hold a lot of air.

    K - Thank you! And I agree about the layout. It's about time I came out of the dark.

    Brija - Cheers to yoga and cheese!

    Dottie - Thank you for your kind comments. I'm so honored to have you as a reader, student, and friend.

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