Although I may appear to be peacefully and meditatively practicing, here’s
a direct quote from the vrittis in my brain during the first 30 or so
minutes of Mysore class on Tuesday:
“What? Music? Are they really playing music? What’s going on? Is this a
joke? Did someone bring in a boom box or something? No, they’re playing it
through the speakers. What?! I come to this class for peace and quiet, and
I have to hear this? Should I stay? Yes, OK, everyone else seems to be
dealing with it. But it must be bothering them, too! Aren’t some of them
bothered by it? I HATE this music! I don’t want to hear this. It’s a
distraction. Uh, well, so are your thoughts, Connie. But I don’t want to
hear this f*$#ing Elvis Presley, or Willie Nelson, or whatever the f&$# it
is! I don’t want my consciousness hearing this. I hate oldies! I don’t
want to hear a stupid, pathetic love song while I’m doing my practice! OK,
breathe, observe the pose. Where’s your drishti… Is anyone else bothered
by this? Is this going to happen everyday? I could have stayed home and
played better music than this. Is it going on the whole class? How long???
When David comes over to adjust me, I’ll ask him to please turn it off. No,
I’ll ask him how long it’s going to be played, and then tell him I strongly
prefer not to have music. Has anyone else said anything? I wonder. OK,
are you doing your bandhas? No, pay attention. Stop thinking about it.
But I HATE this song!!! I’m going to email Philippe and tell him I won’t
come to these classes if there’s music. Yeah, as if they would miss me.
More room for someone else! Hmmm. Better focus on my practice. This music
sucks!!! Oh, now I like this song. Wah. She’s good. At least I’m hearing
a mantra. OK, breathe…”
I decided afterwards it was a good experience to see my vasanas in action –
Oh, no, I’m not reactive at all. I’m quite peaceful and centered. Keep
playing the music, David – I have some more crap to clean out in here.