In my travels I spent time with a great yogi. Once he said to me, ‘Become so still you hear the blood flowing through your veins.’ One night as I sat quiet, I seemed on the verge of entering a world inside so vast I know it is the source of all of us.
How does one go about finding a good yogi? While I have wonderful yoga instructors that have helped me connect with my body and breath, and nourished my soul through their presence, I am still in need of instruction on how to hear the blood flowing in my veins. Perhaps they have given such instruction and I am just not listening. Or maybe I am not yet ready to experience something so vast as the source of all things. It’s likely both, but nevertheless, I really want some help.
From the time I was a little toddler getting in trouble in preschool, I have had teachers doing their best to help me learn. And because I naturally did well in school, it was a hard place to leave, so I kept at it for many, many years. Now, when I reflect back on all I learned over many decades, it’s clear there are some real holes! Not one of my teachers ever taught me how to hear the blood flowing in my veins. In fact, none of them ever took the time to explain why this might be something important to learn.
Yes, I am being a bit facetious, but not really. Why is it that we are not teaching meditation to our children in school? Why are we not helping them learn the value of a contemplative lifestyle? Of spending time in nature? Of learning to be alone, but not lonely? Of learning that worth does not come from doing, but from being. Why are we allowing our children to engage in a Race to Nowhere? Why are we not teaching our children to hear the blood flowing freely in their veins?
If you happen to know a reliable Yogi that can help me, please send them my way.