Yoga Tip: Running to Mother


At age eight my neighborhood chums and I were fascinated with scavenging Mr. Peterson’s dilapidated chicken coop for planks to build our first tree fort.  Using hammers and screwdrivers we yanked out and straightened old nails so we could reuse them. On the third day of our efforts toting our booty into the forest, I stepped on a long rusty nail that penetrated deep into my foot. Put yourself in my shoes. What do you think I did next? Screaming at the top of my lungs, I sprinted the half mile home and dove into my mother’s arms. She pulled off my sneaker and cleaned the wound.  I’m not certain but I bet she kissed my boo-boo. What has stayed with me all these years is that I instantly I felt much better. For me there was something so fundamentally reassuring about knowing my mother would be there. As I grew into adolescence, college and adulthood, I lost this reassurance. I rebelled against my parents and developed an overt distrust of authority.  Somewhere in my cellular DNA though I retain this memory of running from the forest to my mother. And as little boys tend to do, I got into numerous scraps and ran home many times. Can you picture the expression on my little boy face when I see my mother and disappear into her embrace? This is innocence expressed in action. The pure drive to be nurtured is exactly why yogis return to their yoga mats and make pilgrimages to ashrams and chant the many names of God & Goddess. The emotional essence of how yogis see themselves is just like this little boy running back to Mother. The only difference is this mother is much bigger than all the mothers on this planet combined. What I am referring to is Divine Mother. Regardless of which name(s) by which we call her, can we all agree that no one is too old to run into Mother’s arms? Whenever I get confused about how to locate my center, if I think of the little boy running home after stepping on the nail, I feel a softening inside my heart. Especially during a HotCore Yoga practice, some hard foreign substance melts and I feel a readiness to embrace life again. And I feel more like the real me. How about you? Is there an image of nurturance from your childhood you can cultivate during your moments of meditation/yoga/sanctuary? So often what we remember from our past is trauma rather than bliss. Our nervous systems tend to hold memories of abandonment rather support. Awareness recalls all the events. Consciousness interprets the events in a fashion that enhances our capacity to live our lives from peace and love. So I invite you to invoke the memories of nurturance/support & practice disciplines that awaken your consciousness.