You can fake an orgasm, but you cannot fake goosebumps.

It’s true.    
I’m not saying it’s a good thing.  
I’m just saying it’s true.

And it reveals a LOT.

I look for the goosebumps.  I have for years and years. When I get goosebumps I know I am being touched by something bigger and smarter than the obvious.  I know there is a resonant fullness at my doorstep and I have learned to always, always, always answer the call.

Not so long ago… while teaching a group of creative entrepreneurs from all over the world (who had little to no yoga experience prior to coming on retreat with me), I felt goosebumps spread like fire across my skin, and tears stream down my face as I realized (in my bones) what had been unfolding for the last nine days.

Watching them move through our 9th consecutive day of morning practice….  I witnessed them follow their own breath (instead of mine).  I watched them move according to the direction of their own bodies (not mine). and I gently observed as they took pause to marinade in their own fullness, with eyes closed (instead of looking out at me as if I represent that “thing” that they want to be but are not).  

I watched as they felt for the internal impulse of “yes” to rise… and I watched them follow it….

Again and again…. I watched them follow it…. deep into the reason they came here.  To BE Yoga. 

And it gave me goosebumps.  

Of course it did.

I watched them become their own teachers, their own guides, their own guru…. after just nine days.  This is what yoga can and does do.  Because all those twists and moves and poses you do, Sweetness.  They aren’t actually the “yoga” after all… they are what you DO so you can realize that YOU ARE the YOGA.

So, all that to say–go for the goosebumps…. you can’t fake them.

Love to you. Today.  Always. All Ways.

Om.
B