A few years back I heard a well-known teacher say to her students, “Yoga doesn’t give you super powers.” I remember furrowing my brow as she spoke these words. I disagreed then, and today. In fact, I am convinced that all of my super powers have come from yoga.
Last week, I drove to the city to teach a class. On my drive back to the country, my throat started to hurt and my body began to ache. I came home and crawled under the covers.
I woke up with a fever that night, aching all over and dripping in sweat. I remember surrendering completely and being washed in tears, allowing the sound of my crying and the wetness of my tears and saliva to flow freely, like a child does, until I felt complete, and at ease. I rolled back over and returned to sleep.
The next morning confirmed it: I had a fever over 100 and I could not swallow. I slept in and canceled my morning class.
Nothing a couple of days in bed couldn’t cure, right? Well, there was only one problem with that plan. In six hours, 16 beautiful souls were scheduled to arrive for a four-day intensive training as part of a nine-month-long yoga teacher training.
So I got up and drew a bath. I took a long soak and then sat to meditate. I relaxed my body and called upon the wisdom that lives beyond, yet in, and through, my physical form. I tapped into my nervous system and I gathered resources, stored in quiet corners of my body and directed them toward my throat, my thymus gland, and my lymph system. I unlocked the gateways I’ve learned to open and released, without name, waste and useless energy from by body. I expanded myself to what lies above and beyond my “body” as I know it and allowed grace to enter me.
I got up, feeling no better but no worse, and got dressed.