Kim, Scott and I headed up to Catoctin Mountain Park yesterday to enjoy the area's waterfalls and the gorgeous weather. Ten minutes north of Frederick, the
park hosts one of the state's highest waterfalls, which cascades over
78 feet of sloping rocks that are easily scaled. We climbed up to various spots and reconnected with the physical flow while the waters
poured around us - so amazing.
When practicing near or in water, I'm
really able to hook into the sahaja (spontaneous, natural) aspect of
the yogic arts - no special sequence, no orthodoxy, just the
inspiration of the pranic river as my only guide. There's so much value to the traditions of yoga as they've been handed down to us - special ways of inhabiting this ancient practice - yet I often feel that there's an even older knowledge base for the practice: the primal wisdom of our bones and blood.
When the rocks pulse beneath my feet and the sound of water fills my senses, a different kind of flow emerges, one where alignment is not determined by the engagement of the quadriceps, but by the sun's warm rays and the caress of a summer breeze. It's here where I truly connect to yoga - union - there is no self, only the water, only rocks, only the flow.
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Mon, August 24, 2009
by Greg Marzullo