In June I went to the Dutch Yoga Festival. On the program I saw a few Kundalini workshops. I read about Kundalini in Stine Jensen's book Go East.
After a while, I could recognize the Kundalini people: they were dressed all in white, and some wore a turban. Most of them were a bit older, if I may say so.
I was intrigued by them and I felt like I wanted to do a workshop, but I didn't. Somehow I didn't have the guts for it. Maybe I felt I didn't have the right clothes. Or that it was too early for me (there was a Kundalini workshop in the morning at 5.15 AM).
Last Sunday, a friend asked me to join him for a Yoga-In-The-Park-Session. I hesitated. Maybe I wanted to rest. Maybe I wanted to take a class at my own yoga studio.
'It is in a park near you! At eleven o'clock. Perfect! Afterwards we can grab lunch together.'
I still hesitated, even thought the lunch afterwards sounded nice.
'Come on. The teacher is someone I met the other day. I think we like each other. She asked me to come. But I don't want to go alone.'
'Alright,' I answered. 'We'll go together.'
We were on time. We had our mats. We had blankets. My friend had a bottle of water.
'Where is your water?' he asked.
'Water? No water. Only afterwards. Water cools you down. That's not what you want.' I sounded like my yoga teacher.
'You'll need water,' he said. 'For your throat.'
'What kind of yoga is this anyway?' I asked.
'Kundalini, of course,' he said.
'Interesting,' I replied.
I saw the teacher glance when she saw my friend. I saw my friend become a bit shy.
She started her class. First we chanted. She explained Breath of Fire. We did a warm up. For an hour we did asanas with the fire breathing. It was hard, especially to focus on this special breathing. We relaxed deeply in savasana. My friend fell asleep. We did a Calm Heart Meditation (we sat in easy pose, left hand on the center of the chest and Gyan Mudra with the right hand (the tip of the index finger touches the tip of the thumb), breathing in - holding the breath - breathing out - holding the breath).
I felt the wind. I heard people walking and talking in the park. I heard a baby cry. I heard dogs run by. I felt happy.
At the end, we said Sat Nam to the teacher and to the person next to us. This was the end of the class. I saw people hugging each other, and I don't know why, but I started to cry. I was the only one.