I went to yoga today.
In hindsight, I can’t think of many better ways to start off a Sunday morning in the beautiful city of Cape Town. It was quite a hectic session, at some point I was sweating my ass off and breathing quite deeply. It started off well, I’ve been doing yoga for a while now, so I know my way around the basic poses. Then it got to the point where there were transitions and terminology that I was not 100% familiar with, so naturally I shamelessly copied the lady next to me (thank you, random Yoga lady person). She seemed to know what she was doing, up until she completely stopped following the instructor’s verbal guidance and decided to permanently take up corpse pose (lying down, relaxed with your back on the ground). Forcing me to find another more experienced person in the room to copy…. Which I did, eventually, but that only lasted so long – because there was a wtf (What-The-F*) moment, where I just had to sit back and watch.
Look, I am a very competitive person and I don’t easily give up on things, more especially if other people around me are able to do it. But today was one of those days where even the Great Benjamin Jacob Mmari, met his match. There was a position, which is apparently called The Tortoise Pose – and it is a pose straight out of Yoga Hell 😐 . So in this pose, your body basically imitates a paper envelope, your legs are flipped over your wide stretched arms, with your head facing forward as you somehow manage to defy the Universal laws of physics. A few other people in the room managed to pull it off and I pay homage to them. While I initially toyed with the idea, after a bit of contemplation and a brief group consultation with my mind and body, we decided (it was unanimous) not attempt this pose, for the following reasons:
- I value my life.
- It would be hard to explain to my African mother why I need financial assistance to cover my yoga-related injury. Yoga?? First of all, why am I doing yoga and secondly why am I doing it on a Sunday morning, no less? (most people go to church on Sundays…)
Well anyways, I skipped that pose, preserved my life (and dignity) and proceeded to continue with the remainder of the session, as tired and sweaty as I was (it then made sense, why the lady next to me, conceded to corpse pose so early on in the session)
Live your truth
Throughout the class, the instructor kept repeating this one phrase which really caught my attention: this phrase was”Live your Truth” and it made a significant impression on my inner being, for reasons I can’t even begin to express fully in words.
One of the things that I took away from this phrase was that, whether I could do certain yoga poses, or not, throughout the class, I still felt that in the simple act of me just showing up that morning and intentionally taking part in the yoga class, I was living my Truth. And this is a feeling that I would like to experience through every single action I make, every thought I harbour and every situation that I find myself in, going forward. This short, yet significant phrase is something that I will take with me into the remainder of my life because living my Truth is something that I would love to do, something I feel like I should do, up until my very last breath on this Earth. Because, honestly,life is way too short, not to live your Truth, no matter how unconventional, difficult or wayward your Truth may be.
So whether I’m in child’s pose, corpse pose, downward facing dog pose or the law-defying tortoise pose (which I shall master eventually) I promise to continuously endeavour to live my Truth – and I encourage you, to do the same.
Namaste (the divinity within me, honours the divinity within you)
“Now I know what success is: living your truth, sharing it.” – Kamal Ravikant
“Live your truth. Express your love. Share your enthusiasm. Take action towards your dreams. Walk your talk. Dance and sing to your music. Embrace your blessings. Make today worth remembering.” – Steve Maraboli