Since our first fire-pit gatherings, the human experience has been a popular discussion. We have expressed our stories through cave drawings, dance and war. We realized purpose through hard won spoils and loss. We have regaled and reflected on our adventures. But, we are not unscathed. After battles and narrow escapes, we shook at the scrape of a tool on a stone or is it a tiger?
On a rainy day last September, I sat across from a psychotherapist on a carpeted floor at Kripalu. Both of us were in a training, studying a form of yoga nidra called iRest. Facing each other, my eyes closed, he skillfully led me into deep relaxation with his own techniques and the ones we were learning in our training that day.