As class ended tonight, my Om got caught in my throat. Forcing it didn’t feel right, so as I decided just to hum I realized that I hadn’t used my voice at all today. Nothing but a whispered “excuse me” squeezing by another customer at the hardware store.
In keeping with my inward facing day, I don’t really feel like turning out now. But this little recognition made me think of my silent yogi sister who’s coming home from several silent days at retreat.
There’s something about turning off and turning in that makes things somehow disconnected and fully connected at the same time.
I’ll have to think about that.