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Samaya: the highest commitment I feel like I�m part of a family there. The stakes are higher for this class than just a regular class filled with polite people, hanging on my every word, people who have paid to be there. The stakes are higher because in a matter of months these girls will go back home to their abusive households, their old junkie friends, their old life. But they won�t be that old person anymore. At least we hope. I am pretty direct about what we want them to take away from this yoga experience. Today, I told them the story of the great snake Antah. Wrapped around a mountain, with demons pulling on his tail and angels pulling on his head, the struggle was so fierce that all of his venom poured out over the entire earth. Destruction was imminent. Shiva came in the nick of time and gathered up the venom in his cupped hands and poured it down his throat. He didn�t drink it though, held it in his throat and neither drank nor spat it out. He simple held it. And by so doing sanctified it. It turned his throat blue. The poison became a beautiful part of the divine one. Balance between effort and ease. Allowing what would seemingly kill us to become beautiful and holy. And like Sarah McLachlan �It�s misery made beautiful right before our eyes.� Samaya is our poison and our antidote. It is what you will hold as sacred for the rest of your life. -Samaya [2008-02-13]
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