Today I've had an experience I'd like to share. I was anxious and I've tried yoga. Not yoga with a yoga-suit and a yoga-book or a yoga-trainer. Self-composed, patchy, tentative and simple, imaginative, equilibrium-free yoga. I've even combined, at first, to calm me down, long breathings with hyper-ventilating ones (it works for me). Then, what I've been careful to be systematic with has been inhaling when going up and exhaling when going down. After ten minutes or so (to be honest I've lost track of time) I've begun to feel better --it has come as a surprise, believe me. The mantra (mmm, you know) has been terrific to keep thoughts away. Time was passing but I had the eerie feeling of not wanting for the exercises to finish --of not wanting for me to come back to my ordinary life! I've had a vision or mental remembrance of the opium smokers in Indochina first decade last century (Somerset Maugham), always reluctant (I now know why) to quit the smoking room.
I've been wise enough to not end abruptly, and in the process of slowing down, the second epiphany of the day (two epiphanies in one day!) has dawned on me --little by little, I've felt the life I was coming back to was one I wanted to come back to! Glorious moment, gorgeous feeling!
So what have I learned today?
Yoga works at momentarily take your (anxious) life away.
Be sure to have a worthy life to come back to unless you're willing to never leave the smoking room
I'll let you know if this has been a single-time experience or if I can hopefully make it happen every day.
P.S. Listen to this guy at Grooveshark: Diego Garcia