thanksgiving...

so you have this practice, this practice that you call your own, and if you truly engage in this practice, one day it decides to let you in on a little secret: that it’s not yours at all. it tells you that it belongs to no one, that you’ve merely borrowed it for 60 or 90 minutes or however long it is, and that you didn’t even get it all to yourself…that you had to share it with countless thousands of people you don’t even know in places you’ve never even heard of who all borrowed it at exactly the same time.

now, your selfish “ego-less” being is at first maybe a tad bit shocked, even offended, at this revelation. it’s your practice, after all! who decided just anyone could have it whenever they want? yoga is for certain people. like you.

when you finally exhale, you, the perfectly equanimous yogi, reflect upon the immense joy and loving kindness you experience with the knowledge that the gift of yoga is so globally accessible, no matter what other resources a person may lack. you give thanks to your bodily manifestation, your guru celebrity teacher, your $100 yoga mat, and lululemon for carrying the yoga torch out into the world and brightening the light of the universe. and then you give thanks to yourself for being the enlightened creature you are.  ;)