I sat down this morning to write you something about Kundalini Yoga, and boy, was that a mistake.
I’ve wanted to write about it for a long time – wanted to capture some of my experience over time, wanted to share some insight into what it is, maybe make it a bit less intimidating for people who are on the fence about it – but I put it off and put if off. Why? Because I’m still figuring it out for myself. Because I don’t want to screw it up. Because it’s kinda kooky.
Here’s what I want you to know at the start: (1) it found me (not the other way around), and (2) it’s had an incredibly positive impact on my life. I started going to Kundalini almost 4 years ago now, when my new Chicago neighbors invited me to come along with them to class. I’d never been to a yoga class before, but had spent plenty of time with Rodney Yee and his DVDs – it didn’t take much convincing to try out the class. But if I had wandered in on my own (and how would that have ever happened, I wonder), I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have come back for a second go of it. For many months in the beginning, I did it mainly because I was building friendships with Rita and Charlotte, and I was so thankful for the invitation to join their circle.
As for the positive impact, well… that’s where this story gets really big and a bit unwieldy for me. Where do I start? Simply put, this practice sustains me. It’s been the primary tool for my personal growth over the past few years. I don’t mean it like there was this grand transformation (I started doing yoga and then I found the perfect job/house/partner!) – it’s just… well, life just works better. There’s more… ease.
That’s my start… page 1. I hope that helps – that it intrigues you, that it makes Kundalini seem just a teeny bit more accessible, less weird. More to come…