Yoga is a metaphor for everything else. You seriously could drive yourself half bats making all the intellectual, spiritual and emotional connections. In yoga there is a counter pose for every pose. When you spend time bending forward, you move into a back bend. When you stretch left, you stretch right. And so on.
There is a series of poses called “Warrior.” For Warrior II, one foot faces straight forward. The other swings behind and points to the corner of the room. The front knee bends and the back leg stays straight. Arms are straight, like an arrow through the torso, in front and behind. Head looks forward, gazing over the fingertips.
When you reverse your Warrior, you bring your front arm over your head, and bend backwards.
As I was reversing my Warrior this evening, I wondered how that could translate. What if we all tried to reverse our Warrior? What if every time we felt super pissed off, we automatically provided the opposite of that and sent love to the object of our anger? So yesterday, when this chick at work was condescending and treating me like a moron, maybe after my initial furiousness, I could have gone over and given her some chocolate. And I would have felt a little better. And maybe she’d think harder next time she said something insulting. And we’d both walk away with a little more sweetness in our day.
On a national level, what if instead of bombing the crap out of people, we showered our enemies with money and clinics?
- So far the war in Iraq and Afghanistan has cost us $555 billion. With a “B.”
- More than 4,100 US troops have been killed.
- Anywhere from 87,000-95,000 Iraqis have been killed.
- We are paying bazillions of dollars to fix what we have further broken.
What if we gave HALF of that $555 billion to Iraq and built schools and hospitals and helped them with infrastructure issues? And then we took the other half of that money, kept our soldiers home, and used it to rebuild New Orleans and Texas and anyplace else that needed a hand up? Or, gee, I don’t know, bought health care for everyone here? Or paid teachers like basketball players? Nobody dead! Everyone happy!
There very well may be some kind of life after our stint on earth. Actually, I’m banking on it. But in case there’s not, or in case it’s not what we think it might be, this may be the only chance we have. Right here, right now. This is the kir royale, the appetizer, the palate-clearing sorbet, the entree, the dessert and the double espresso. All of it. So why not try to make it better for everyone involved?