When I hear those words, my body releases. The day’s practice is over, and it’s time to lay in silence and allow the body and mind to internalize all that was learned in the session. Just like sleep restores the body, savasana restores the spirit. I can draw in the things I learned about my body, my soul, my life from the last 50 minutes. I can set an intention for how I will live, even better, outside the four walls of the studio.
In this particular practice, our instructor ended with one of her favorite poems by Remi.
Don't go outside your house to see flowers. My friend, don't bother with that excursion. Inside your body there are flowers. One flower has a thousand petals. That will do for a place to sit. Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty inside the body and out of it, before gardens and after gardens.
It spoke to me. This last year of being inside. This last year of missing so many things for myself, but more importantly my children. Trying to see the silver lining when heavy grey clouds loom overhead. But, we don’t have to be outside to see flowers. They are inside us. And they will remain inside us after this pandemic and into the next difficult thing. We must seek to find the flowers. Find a place to sit on a petal and be okay with the stillness. Then we will see the beauty in us, around us, and through us.