We enter the studio timidly, clutching yoga mats, journals and blankets, but also the invisible baggage of brokenness – our hearts, our spirits, relationships – with others, and with ourselves. We come looking for healing, for direction, for a moment of clarity and peace. For rest.
We arrange ourselves into a circle, joining together physically and metaphorically. We commence with introductions and gradually tear down the wall of false appearances with these strangers, telling of our hopes, dreams (even the broken ones) and our desire for a full and meaningful life. We speak and own our stories, preparing the ground for growth. We are brave.
We smile and nod and hold space for our sisters in this room, seeing ourselves reflected in their hidden struggles, illuminated by the light that shines despite them.
She is a teacher, a shaman, and a beautiful soul. She is here to awaken hearts. She begins to drum, and we find ourselves with eyes closed, held gently by our blankets and bolsters. We feel our hearts begin to beat to the rhythm of mother earth. The space behind our eyes fills with colour and vision and we connect, perhaps for the first time with the sacred space we hold inside ourselves.
It’s thrilling and powerful and a little bit terrifying to let the to-do lists and mental chatter to melt away and just be. To bring awareness and gratitude to each part of our oft-neglected bodies.
We allow our physical form to sleep while we journey and dream.
Finally, we are guided to our sacred space. We journey to forests, beaches and meadows. The energy in the room swells.
I find myself dressed in muddy rainboots, a tattered favourite coat - walking gently on the moss-covered forest floor to a clearing that is at once familiar and unfamiliar. The air smells cool and damp and there is no hint of wind. The pines loom high and the ground is sprinkled with speckles of sunshine. I bend down to the lush green floor and build a circle from stones, twigs, feathers and leaves. I step inside.
I search with my eyes and heart for guides, for signs and for direction. From deep within myself, I ask questions. I open myself to the answers in whatever form they take.
I look up to see a woman dressed in glittering white, adorned with a flower crown walking toward me. My sacred self.
She steps within the circle and suddenly she is me and I am her. I am standing in my power and vulnerability, my grace and brokenness. Within me is the universe. I was home all along.
I am exactly where I need to be, nourishing my soul, connecting to the sacred within myself and remembering who I am.
This is Yoga Nidra, where I am present with myself, where I practice the art of stillness, of connection with the beautiful presence that lives in my heart. This is me, amidst the chaos of this life, finding my way back to myself.