Yoga used to be a fringe practice. Today it’s so mainstream that, I’ve just found out, even Goat Yoga is a thing. They call it “Goga.” No joke, and apparently it’s trending hard. Kelowna’s very own Hoofprints Barnyard just launched a class. Little billies in diapers and E-I-E-I-OMing. No lie. But that’s another story.
My point is, yoga’s big, we know this. And meditation, as you may have noticed, is breaking through to the other side. Sitting, breathing and finding your Zen is no longer viewed as some sideline esoteric religious practice. It’s full-on modern, science-backed and doctor recommended; some may even say stylish and sexy.
People do it on the beach, while waiting for the bus, sitting in a coffee shop or soaking in the steam sauna at the local pool. That post-practice secret smile yogis wear as they float down the street after class has nothing on this: meditating teaches us that a slice of serenity can be found anytime, anywhere, and at no cost – but for this simple, existential investment: show up, breathe and pay attention. It’s the new “shampoo, rinse and repeat” beauty regimen of our era. Want shine? Inner peace will make you glow.
Collectively we are waking up and realizing that the thoughts inside of our head don’t own us. We own them. Harness that power, first of all, to hear your thoughts, starting with the noise on top: your likes and dislikes, addictions and aversions, dramas and diatribes. Now, you’re getting somewhere – mucky. Wade in deeper anyway. Lean in and listen, to the whispers emanating from between the lines of your story. Those uncomfortable truths, those cracks in your story; they contain the negative and self-limiting belief systems that you’ve bought into and unconsciously allowed to shape the reality you call your life.
Now here you are. Right in the muck. Start unpacking. You could be here a while, but you are not stuck. Like a fly on the wall inside of your head, you see all, you hear all; every thought, word and action – kind, ugly or otherwise. You can smell the high road and taste the low road. And you feel yourself choosing. There’s nowhere to hide from the mind turned back on itself. But believe it or not, you are not trapped. You are actually as free as you want to be.
You’ve made it back. That’s huge. You are here, now, present – where all the healing happens. You’ve got to trust this. Write it on your hand. Get a super-spiritual sanskrit tattoo. Whatever you must do to remember to live from this place, forget the rest … and, well, shampoo, rinse and repeat.
So, to sum up: first came yoga. Then meditation hit the mainstream. What next – maybe mantra?