How a sound bath turned into a reminder that I’m also annoyingly human.
Reclining on my yoga mat this morning, eye covers and warm blankie in place, the opening tone of the sound bowl pervading the space, all was in place for a relaxing 40 minute sound bath. You can likely tell from the tone – or maybe the title gave it away – that this is not quite what happened.
Picture the scene: an experienced teacher; beautiful crystal bowls; clear requests to turn off phones and watches, be mindful of not knocking over water bottles, to shift position quietly; good intentions; a room of 20 or so people who chose to come and enjoy melodious sound and relaxation for 40 minutes … and good old human nature.
Back to the opening tones starting to pervade the space, the promise of remembered deep relaxation. Wait, is that someone rattling the door? It’s locked when the class begins, as per the rather large and clearly visible sign on the door; it’s not the kind of class where you can arrive late to thump across the wooden floor, heave yourself down and get comfy, drop your metal water bottle and whatever else is clanking like that while the rest of us are trying very hard, through increasingly gritted teeth now, to jolly well relax!
