by Hilary Lindsay | Sep 27, 2015 | Asana, Meditation, nashville yoga, therapeutic yoga, Yoga, yoga class, Yoga Philosophy, yoga teacher, yoga teaching |
Robots hacked your home phone. You know, that old clunker nailed to wall that you keep for the last touch of we’re a family here. You keep it for your mother and you keep it for midnight emergencies next to your head in the bed. It’s got a virus called robocall. It’s the automated voice in your head that beats you down by repeating the same things over and over even though you’re not buying, even though you will never close that deal. It doesn’t respect your busy day or your need for dreamless sleep. It’s the ring of a new world, the world which agrees that it’s fine to call anyone at any hour for any reason. It’s the ring of limitless which you thought was freedom but is someone else’s freedom to imprison you. That someone else is you. You could press #1 to take yourself off the list but you don’t because you’re afraid you might miss something. You’re a hoarder. “We rarely hear the inward music But we’re all dancing to it nevertheless.” ~ Rumi You don’t notice that the words to the song or jingles contain some lyrics of your stuck life. You don’t recognize that repetitive ruminations abide because you don’t confront them. You have to pick up to take yourself off the list. You have to agree to not be called again. You have to know what is valuable and what should be thrown away. Be still. Have a seat or lie down with yourself. Robocaller is waiting and ready. It knows when you...
