Bridge Pose
"Most of your life you have withstood any storm that has come your way and have yet to fall. " - Corie Feiner, Bridge Pose
Hello yogis, poets, and seekers of inspiration!
Some mornings, like this morning, my body feels achy and I find myself creeping along wistfully. If it were not for my yoga buddy, whom I meet with every day, I may put off my practice and tend to my long list of “to dos.” Except… I know once I am on the mat aligning my mind, body, and spirit into some sort of flow, that my entire being will fill with gratitude, more energy, and ease.
Today’s poem is about Bridge Pose. When I think of it, the name of the pose fits perfectly with the metaphor of a bridge.
Think of all the bridges in your life. The ones that pass over highways that you hardly notice, the wood and rope pedestrian bridge on a hiking trail, the metal bridges spanning over greatest rivers that are hailed as feats of engineering, the bridge of your spine that is full of nerves carrying messages from one part of your body to another. What a wonder we are when you think of it!
Some days I go around feeling disconnected and can easily blame the weather, the news, or some sort of lack – but when I practice Bridge Pose, I feel a deep connection to my inner self emerge again. And once you reconnect with yourself, then you are able to reconnect with the world around you.
Here is my poem, Bridge Pose, for you to read to yourself in silence, or aloud at a class:
Bridge Pose
By Corie Feiner Your body is a bridge spanning the gap between where you are and where you yearn to be, your knees pointing like pylons towards the dream of the sky, your hips lifted into archways over an ancient river that mummers with the story of all of our lives. Your clasped hands beneath you like an anchor of sweet tension and breath. Most of your life you have withstood any storm that has come your way and have yet to fall. Can you feel your heart opening as if it has never been scared? If you listen to it speak, it is saying, Come home, come home, come home. Sanskrit Name: Setu Bandha Sarvangasana
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PS - If you are not familiar with bridge pose, here are two of my favorite websites/journals that explain it beautifully:
And to riff off my Kula Comment, you know how some poses have that "good discomfort" feel? Puppy and Pigeon for me. Meanwhile most of the poses that require a back-arch are "bad discomfort" for me, like Camel and Bridge. I just cannot connect with them. So I took some time to ponder that after reading your poem. "Where you are and where you yearn to be" is my constant mental battle. I've got some on-the-mat-off-the-mat work to do! :)
Great idea to write a poem to each pose! I love the exercise. Haha, pun intended. Thanks for being wonderful fodder❤️