On an enchanting summer evening, I experienced a new genre of yoga asana practice on a rooftop in Chicago. Silent Disco Yoga.
Wade Gotwals, a dear and inspirational teacher, led the charge as we slipped on our glowing headphones and prepped our glow sticks for the party that ensued. To an outsider the evening was silent, but like most of life all we heard was the music in our heads. On this night however we tuned in together, sharing the same music and awesome vibe against a kickass urban backdrop. As we flowed through the poses, my mind flipped through a few stations of my own…these had the least amount of static:
1 – I love disco
2 – It’s weird to practice asana with headphones
3 – Is this the new wave of normal for the next generation of yogis? Is this considered tuning out or going deeper within?
I accepted #2 openly as I would any kooky theme. Like wearing recycled -bottle yoga pants to an intense flow class. It is as it is, not necessarily comfortable, but functional.
I’m well known for finding my drishti behind my eyelids for the majority of my asana practice…in other words, my eyes are usually closed, so moving inward in the practice is natural for me. I sunk into the groove and explored #3.
Is attaining enlightenment changing in a technology-based world? Does this recently released generation need to rely on the external to achieve the internal?
This was totally new. Living in the city I’m used to tuning out the sounds of sirens, trains, horns, talking dogs, loud people, construction, restaurants and bar life, etc…but these familiar sounds were non-existent and the groove was felt in the heart. (I frickin love DeeLite)
I found myself lost in the 80’s and moving and swaying in ways that are more typical on a dance floor than a yoga mat. As Wade led us on a musical journey down memory lane, I felt a keen sense of inhibition knowing that nobody could hear me singing…and I sure wasn’t considering hearing anyone else. I felt the rhythm move through me. Pulsating I opened my eyes to catch glimpses of the skyline lighting up as the night sky began to darken, and closed them again into the comfort of my internal landscape and the shadows created by the mind.
Holy shit this is awesome!
Music can be the soundtrack of our soul. It takes us through the peaks and valleys of life. It can bring up emotions of joy and happiness, sadness and sorrow, desperation and hopelessness and excitement and elation.
I often hear the old negative tapes playing in my head. The constant chant of negativity and worthlessness streaming on a wrinkled ribbon that won’t eject. It keeps looping around, replaying and drowning out my super human spirit.
I’m reminded to investigate: What excites me? What remarkable and creative part of me is being suppressed by society or my own shrink-wrapped package? What part of my daily existence offers me momentum to move forward?
Am I stuck in stagnation or busting the moves on the dance floor of life with a giant smile on my face?? Am I living at my fullest potential??
Do you feel it?
What’s your soundtrack?
Are you showing up as the best version of you????
So what the hell are we doing?
Are we tuning in to tune out…or tuning out to tune in?
Maybe plugging in to the music is a direct representation of our deeper connection to totality…our direct access to the whole…without the nonsense…without the inhibitions…without the static…understanding how moving our bodies sends shockwaves through the universe…our beaming faces shine through the darkness…our uplifted hearts raise the collective vibration…our love deafens the screaming of hate. It seems so to me.
Why keep spinning around on the turntable of mediocrity? Tune in to your unique gifts. Tune out the bullshit. Step out of the box set and into your authenticity. Turn up the capacity of your power and magic. Put your headphones on and be your own DJ!
Create the setlist for the life you want to live…
pump up the volume…