“At the end of your yoga practice the old you dies, when you enter Savasana. When you get up you’ll be reborn in to a better you, thanks to your yoga practice. That’s why you step on your yoga mat day in, day out.”
I think I’ve used that line about fifty times, teaching my yoga classes. I always believed it and still do. But I have got a new experience, that may be even tops it. Marloes, a friend of mine, today said: “Saying goodbye to all your friends is like going to your own funeral. Suddenly people tell you how beautiful your roll is or has been in their live. For some reason we never do that if we don’t say goodbye for a long, long time.”
It felt like being on my own funeral the last few days; a good funeral. So many overwhelming messages of friends, students, acquaintances; especially on my farewell party and this morning at my last yoga concert at Theaters Tilburg. I can’t still believe it and still don’t have words for it. (As soon as I have I’ll blog about it). That feeling just became stronger when I was reading a what’s app from Jet: ‘You don’t have anything anymore and at the same time you have the whole world’.
That’s precisely how I feel: I don’t have anything anymore. No house, no girlfriend, no car, no cats, no yoga school, no job, just my big backpack with some clothes and books in it and my day pack. That’s it. And that feels like being born again; with a clean sheet. No obligations, just a new start, full of possibilities.