There's a PJ Harvey lyric that goes something like this: "God is the sweat running down his back." Tonight, in hot power vinyasa class, I finally got that notion. Overall, I was super focused today, despite not getting a lot of sleep and indulging in a little Halloween candy instead of lunch. The instructor paced everything just right. I felt focused and strong.
Doing a crescent lunge with mini backbend, something in me connected to a larger energy. I felt the element of worship stronger than I ever have in yoga class before. Worship of... the universal, the grand design, whatever you want to call it. Looking up past my fingertips, I felt sweat run down my back (and off the end of my nose, and down my arms, and down my chest, etc) and for one divine moment, it all connected: feet to earth, muscle to bone, arms to sky, heart to stars.
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