|Namaste Girls, Gaelle Mediem & me after the class|
Did I say glorious? This was a gorgeous way to usher in summer and celebrate Summer Solstice. Appropriately radiant really.
Organizers of the event dubbed it Mind Over Madness and was it ever. Fourteen thousand people registered and over 4,000 yogis -- of all levels -- from all over the world were on their mats doing rabbits, camels, back bends, mountain poses and more for 90 minutes for the lunch time class held at high noon. What made the class more special was the fact that it was taught by Rajashree Choudhury, wife of Bikram and a four-time yoga champ in her native India. Rajashree's grace and light embraced the ten block area where thousands moved through 26 poses.
It was nearly 100 degrees at noon and the sun was glaring brightly and I did not really care who was looking, honking, taking photos of me or how well I stretched, or did an asana. In the middle of one of the busiest corners of the world, as cabbies, truck drivers, tourists, cyclists and locals zipped by, I found my inner peace. I was experiencing my universe. The kind of focus that it takes to tune out the organized chaos that is the Big Apple and tune inside, to my breath, was something short of awesome.
It dawned on me as I moved from pose to pose, and saw a woman standing staring at my way, amid other curious folks taking photos and videos, that there are two kinds of people in the world-- those who participate in life and those who are spectators. And how appropriate that at the end of the class, Rajashree's words touched on the same subject.
I am paraphrasing her words: swim in the ocean of beauty and light that is you, go in and see, experience it. Worship the mind, worship the divine that is you.
We breathed light and love into the City and the world. Yogis are happy people. And happy was all over the place today in midtown NYC. Namaste, for real!