Let your whole body sink into the earth...relax your muscles, your temples, your eyebrows, your hair... free your mind, and open your palms up to the universe to receive. You are no longer breathing into your body; your body is breathing you--Savasana. शवासन.
Corpse pose.
For people who are new to yoga, savasana means exactly as
it sounds: shahhh-vahhh-sahhhh-nahhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It’s the final resting
posture after a series of more active poses where the body can soak up all the
benefits of its previous exertions. After semesters jammed with 26 credit hours
and countless times screaming “I quit” after waitressing to my poor puppy, the upcoming
year will mean just that. The hard work, rewarding in its own way, has paved
the way for an autumn in Italy, a spring in Samoa/Fiji, and a summer in Rwanda.
As much as I’d like to stray away from the “Eat, Pray, Love” perspective, I
can’t help but see how perfectly Elizabeth Gilbert’s Italy fits into the
philosophy of savasana. As her friend Luca Spaghetti says, "[Italians] are the masters of il bel far niente."
–An exquisite phrase meaning “the beauty of doing nothing.” As in Shavasana,
one must be able to DO nothing; yes, relaxation requires conscious effort. After
all, one must decide among gelato flavors, direct their feet
towards the park, kiss the beautiful foreign men, and surrender
to the divine. Follow me as I experience the city of Roma/Amor looking always
for conscious ways to relax deeper into its surroundings, receive its life
lessons with a smile, recognize Jesus (the divine) in everyone I meet, and stuff every ounce
of my being with gelato, wine, pastries, cappuccinos, pasta, and
soccermatches/menonmopeds/museums/baci.
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