After we rolled out of the last Savasana at last night's pranayama class, there was a such a calm energy in the room. All of us knew something amazing had taken place and the sense I had was that no one quite wanted to interject anything or disturb what had been created. Lisa and I walked back to our apartment, warmed leftovers, and ate virtually in silence. Only then did the words come, quite inadequately, to describe what Geetaji had taught.
My feeble explanation of the last part of the class is that Geetaji guided us to take our breath into shapes corresponding to alphabet letters: an inverted V, T, O, Y, S and H. But there was so much more. I mostly wanted to say that still this morning the effects within me remain profound. Brilliant.
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