Some of the times I’ve felt sexiest, most aroused, most in love have been, and continue to be on my yoga mat.
The practice of yoga turns you on- literally. By listening to the sound of your breath you turn up the volume on the inner voice-that of the heart and that of the body. When you move into and out of various shapes on the mat you turn on the muscles-the visceral fabric of your being. You amplify your ability to gauge your body as its own unique organism. When you move your body in unison with your breath a veritable erotic throw-down inside your own skin occurs-a yoga is made-a union, a connection.
If the act of having sex is intended to be fun, feel good, express emotion, procreate, make love then the yoga practice does all these things too! If it wasn’t fun and didn’t feel good you simply wouldn’t do it. Waves of emotion are bound to arise through the practice in some way or another. As you get to know yourself you procreate more of your most life affirming traits. And of course, this kind of practice is at the deepest core level an act of love.
For me, discovering the nuances of sensation and the actions of the muscles and bones is perpetually like making love with someone new-exciting, curious, sometimes awkward, but always satisfying. Other times I find stepping onto my mat, listening to the familiar sound of my breath, and allowing the practice to unfold itself through me to be the sweetest kind of love making. Like reuniting with your favorite partner, it’s somewhat predictable but yet so intoxicating you just cant help but be folded and unfolded in the wake of their presence.
To love yourself, to be turned on by your precious breath, to feel erotic by experiencing yourself as an embodied being-this is on of the great gifts of yoga. It is the open invitation to make love to yourself, which is of course the most intimate partner you, or I could ever have.
