Once again, though not with 100% ease, I laid in Savasana. This time, 30 minutes, in silence except for the ticking of the clock and the egg timer I'd set. My mind worked a bit … for awhile. And its activity led me to realize that I was not my mind. I was observing it as it was thinking.
Another thing I noticed was how my body reacted to my thought. My mind strayed to that broken toe and I imagined it getting hurt, breaking again. In that instant, my body cringed uncontrollably. The physical muscle memory was so strong in response to a mere thought.
[I must say that this experience of Savasana crossed over into my spiritual walk in a MAJOR way. If the notes here seem cryptic or crazy, then take what you like and leave the rest!]
Gradually, I found myself noticing my body as separate from me. I was aware of the space around it and aware that the body, itself, is more space than matter. I noticed other bodies and imagined the “selves” that occupied those bodies in the space – with me.
And this is when the awareness of our unity … our oneness in the greater reality of life … became real to me. This is a spiritual concept I've been around for a long while – even written songs about it:
Yet, I don't always sense it with my life. I don't always pause long enough to be aware of it! So I wonder:
What if we paused more often, long enough, to notice that the space is real?