I remember in a class with Joe Taft once he was talking about making yoga your art. That whatever you do on your mat could be your art. He defined art in a very brilliant and poetic way. To summarize (and definitely not as beautiful as he put it) he defined art as being something that by you shining your own light on something so purely that you automatically encourage and help someone else to shine their own light. He said that by practicing your own art you help others' practice theirs.
This sure does seem to be the case with music. I imagine other art forms would agree.
Somehow I remember this quote from Joe at seemingly random moments but I have yet to remember it while on the mat. Perhaps by writing it here I will be more likely to remember to make asana the beautiful dance it can be.
That moment when breath, mulabanda (sp?), and drsti all come together--zing! What a moment of grace and art. And then the mind wanders, some piece fades, the triangle begins to wobble, and voila. You're on your bum laughing at the impermanence of everything.
ReplyDeleteYoga for me brings forth those raw moments over and over. Universal lessons and ways of being. It's what draws me back over and over.
Christine, Meg, and I practiced *outside* yesterday with Joe Taft (and 50 others) at the Mtn Sports Festival. The theme was -play-. What I took home from the day: Structure can deepen the joy and fun with play. With all the structure in yoga/life, at the base, is play. Today, the combination of structure and play feels like mudito--joyful perseverance.
And in that moment when breath/mulabanda/drsti come together, perhaps art.