I am probably the last one to share my experience of Freedom. So I will be short.
Few weeks back I was driving my kids to school, then hurrying up to teach my yoga class.
Speeding home, I was trapped in huge traffic jam. Who said that it happen only in big cities? Dublin is a village (sorry irish folks) compare to mumbai, but I had the feeling to drive in Breach Candy and Haji Ali.
I observed my body. The heart start to beat fast. The hot vapor went trough and then cold sweating. Then wow, my mind was playing all dramas:
Should I not be there, ready, in “yogi mood? And what my friends-students will think about me and my commitment?”
Hey, stop right here. What is all this labeling and projections? Am I teaching that what other people think about us is any of our business and here I go, sweating myself? And what exactly is the “yogi mood” and the role i m playing there?
Yoga is Lifestyle, another lesson, and I m here, waiting to be yoga teacher when I get on my mat? I can hear myself in the class: you cannot control the traffic, but you can control your reaction to it.
So let’s practice. Breath, concentrate on your breath. Relax your grasp and teeth. Stay in the present moment, practice the patience (oh, again). Cultivate the opposite. What worst may happen? My friends will not come back for the class. It is ok. Yoga will stay!
After another 20 minutes I realized that I missed my right turn, and I had to come back. Then miracle happened: one more turn, and large empty road appeared. I continue to drive slowly, enjoying the feeling of the Freedom.
It was exactly like my own journey. Sometimes I feel stuck. It is hard, confusing, upsetting and painful. Ego suffer. Sometimes I have to make u-turn, as my direction is not mine, but one that I want to please. I have to practice the patience because I want everything now and fast. So I slow down, step by step. And then, eventually, the free way appear for little moment. With the Faith and Trust that one day, I will reach HOME.