Yoga can appear in unexpected places when we forget that life IS yoga. The other day, I was sitting in a barbershop. The gentleman who was cutting hair had been in that same shop, standing in that same place, at that same chair for sixty-eight years.
We asked what changes the neighbourhood experienced in his years of cutting hair and he, surprisingly said, “not too many.” He noted that while some of the business owners have changed, everything has pretty much stayed the same. He went on to talk about some of the customers he served, his marriage of sixty years and – after asking what I did for a living – about how yoga is good for the community.
As we chatted, I watched him articulate his craft on the head of hair in front of him. He has remained committed to his practice, the deft angle of the scissors and the nuanced combing of the hair a demonstration of his love for his trade. His is the yoga of haircuts. His movements, while not inclusive of Bakasana and Virabhadrasana II, were just as much a yoga sequence as any you might find in a yoga studio. He paused to take deep breaths and continued on when steady and secure. He never rushed…his was a slow flow culminating in the drag of a razor across the neck and a rinse in the old sink next to the chair.
We can find yoga everywhere, because it IS everywhere. At a festival I recently went to, one of the presenters reminded us, “Yoga IS life!” We don’t need to go to a class or roll out a mat or achieve a certain posture. When we embody intention and awareness in everything we do, we are living yoga. We are not separate from it.
Today, I encourage you to look for yoga in unexpected places. Look for it in the coffee shop, on the street, in the mall and on the computer. Look for it in yourself as you move throughout your day.
Where have you witnessed yoga in an unexpected place?