This morning, I resumed a dedicated home yoga practice after a long hiatus. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve done yoga every day for years, but for the last few, it’s come in fits and starts throughout the day. A quick plank while I wait for the tea kettle; tree pose as I wait for the printer at work to spit out my report; standing forward bend as I unload the dishwasher or put food in the cats’ bowls… nothing that FLOWS from one pose into another. I think of it as isolated acts of yoga. Definitely not a formal practice.
I recently traveled to England for a whirlwind work trip. Like, land at Heathrow on Sunday morning, pull into my driveway at midnight Tuesday. I decided to take the time zone shake-up as an opportunity to set my alarm for an hour earlier than usual to reestablish a morning yoga practice. And while I was on the mat this morning, focusing on breath and body, I thought, “This feels magical. AND MAGICKAL.”
Breath. Body. Energy. Intention.
Everything clicked. All those years I was practicing yoga were preparation for practicing magick.
In yoga, you coordinate your movements with your breath, while focusing on an intention (typically related to the pose). I am a mountain standing tall and firm. My roots reach deep into the earth and my peak rises into the clouds. I am connected to all around me.
I am a witch, calling on Earth and Sky. Your energies flow up through the soles of my feet and in through the crown of my head. I am connected to all around me. I shape my world.
Not so different.
The listening and focus of yoga mirrors the listening and focus that attunes us to our clairsenses and intuition. My chest opens. I settle deeper into my practice. The energy flow intensifies. I feel tingling in my ribs, a call to open even wider. Later, when I work magic, I feel a warmth in my hand, a message from my guides to pour more light into the amulet I am crafting.
Not so different at all.
Namaste. Blessed be.
By: Jenn (Phoenix & Lotus)