The Voice of Yoga

Yoga can be linked to song in many ways, in some classes the teacher or the whole group may sing, chant or even yell. Today I enjoyed listening to the Summer Singers share Mozart in C Minor. It was a lovely series of Latin verses superimposed over joyful music, for in fact Mozart composed this series for his own treasured wedding. As I listened to the 12 parts, my mind focused on the music at first, but at times my psyche wandered to life, future tasks and goals, and to my dear family, both alive and those that have passed from this world, both recently and long ago. When listening to this classical music, my mind felt occupied on a different level, and I believe to hear this music live and through human voice added a component that I plan to make a part of my life from now on.

Actually, I have been trying to include song in my life more lately because I have been studying the throat chakra, also known as Vishuddha. I happened upon this chakra because I have been going through the loss of a loved one and have experienced a feeling of tightness around my throat and neck, which I think is due to the stress and grief, and somewhat to the inability to release my emotions about the experience as constantly as I need to in order to find balance. I think I am making progress and experiencing growth, but there is definitely more to consider and feel. When or if you sense an imbalance in your body, it is always wise to seek the support of a doctor, but in addition, it might be helpful to consider the chakras, and how we might find gentle and sensible ways to aid in the healing of the mind and body, ourselves.

Namaste,
Kat

Comments

E. Michelle said…
Hi Kat,
I've experienced tightness in my neck as well. While meditating I usually focus on that tight feeling and make it as intense as possible. I've also been experimenting with focusing on the chakra and practicing forgiveness and imagining it opening on the backside and all of the negative feelings flying outside and leaving the chakra.
E. Michelle said…
Kat, I read this poem today and thought of you. It's a Native American poem.

Don't stand by my grave and weep,
For I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
In the soft hush of the morning light
I am the swift bird in flight.
Don't stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die.
Kat said…
Thanks for sharing Erin. It's a lovely poem. We picked out the gravestone yesterday and I have to agree that I feel that my dad is not in there, he is in many other wonderful places.

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