I’m not sure why I started yoga.
I wouldn’t have thought that I would enjoy it so much ever.
Yet now I go almost daily.
I was in a class the other day and the teacher was burning incense. It is the incense that the priest burns at a Catholic Funeral in Ireland.
It brought me back to my childhood. I never missed weekly mass for 16 years of my life. I never really complained about going like most teenagers and I think a big part of me enjoyed it. Not for the meaning of the Bible or Catholicism itself. More that it was a gathering, a ritual, time to think and reflect. I didn’t always pay attention to the stories and sermon but used the time to ponder life.
I think yoga made me rediscover my spiritual side and replaced what I didn’t realise I had lost in my late teens and early adult years.
I had become so cynical and dismissive about religion but there is a difference between religion and spirituality.
Spirituality means something different to everyone and for me it is intrinsically linked to my yoga practice. There are no rules to spirituality, no set rules but it is important to have a sense of it in some way in this busy world. To think about where you are, where you are going, what kind of person you are and would like to be. Meditating and just taking time to think and reflect can ensure you do not turn into a ship without a rudder.
For the decline of organised religion, means that people do not take time to reflect on themselves anymore. To think about what they are grateful for, what they need to work on as a person, what they would like to achieve and how they behave towards others.