The Climate of the Mat

by Tony Chase

I like the sweat
I like the old frayed towel I use to wipe it off
I like the salt stains on my gym bag, as if I've been to the sea
I like the candles guttering against a window light of rain, blue sky, dusk or snow
I like the whole studio which is at times like being in an off white bulb, aglow
I like the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor
I like the matter-of-fact slap of the mats unfurling
I like the very odd slurping noise of water being sucked from plastic bottles, as if we all regress to the weird womb of yoga
I like the way the whole room settles, as everyone's brain waves slow
I like the cold December body growing warm
I like letting go of fears, of thoughts, of anticipations or regrets
I like the far-off music of ancient India in my nearby ears
I like the precise instructions: "Lunge the left foot back..."
I like the rare new openings: the way hips stack
I like it when the antique body bends into some new anti-gravitational form
I like the way blood rushes into the brain
I like the thirty other bodies, during winter storms
I like the panting and the gasping, followed by the peaces
I like it during meditation, and when the meditation ends
I like the way grownups gab like children in the hall
I even like their families, who I've never met at all
I like walking to the bike when yoga's over
I like the slow ride home to the fields and geese
I like my battered desk
I like the sensation of liking

It is hard to find a margin or a limit or a seam
Between the yoga practice and the thoughts about it
I like the way the winter hills look like a dream
I like it all, and then some...

Verge Yoga student Tony Chase is s a nature and adventure writer for Conde Nast Traveler he's visited five continents and the Arctic Ocean and his work has been translated into several foreign languages.

Excitement or Happiness?

Many people think of excitement as happiness. But when you are excited you are not peaceful. True happiness is based on peace. ~ The Art of Power by Thich Nhat Hanh

Reading this passage a few days ago literally took my breath away. How many times per week do I mistake excitement for happiness? I would answer hundreds of times.

Our society craves excitement because we mistake it for happiness. We are excitement seekers searching for a thrill to quench our thirst. We thrive on experiencing the fast roller coaster, the thrill of purchasing a new car, the last minute of a championship game. Those moments are fleeting. The excitement wears off, the hangover begins and we find ourselves searching for the next big thrill. In the process, we exhaust ourselves both emotionally and physically.

“When you are excited you are not peaceful. True happiness is based on peace.” “True happiness”, says TNH, “cannot be purchased, it must be cultivated.”
This master teaches us how to cultivate happiness. It begins with conscious breathing and focus on the moment at hand. In other words, “be here now!” It continues with conscious movement such as yoga or walking meditation. Our peacefulness is then strengthened through seated meditation practice.

No rollercoaster, no last second touchdown, no Porsche will ever “make” us happy. Think about this. Notice if you too confuse excitement with happiness. I believe that observation will help us break free from the delusional search for excitement. I would love to hear your comments.

In peace.