Thursday, January 7, 2010

Om, anyone?

I often wonder what the apartment dwellers above the yoga studio I go to think when at 8:15 on a Sunday morning they hear the resonating echo of 20 to 30 people humming Om. Three times in a row. Every Sunday morning.

Does it aggravate them? Awaken them? Or does it make them smile, perhaps inspire them? Are they kicking back, browsing the Sunday paper, watching the clock and just waiting for that magnificent sound to know that all is right with the world? Would you like some Om with your coffee? Cream and sugar?

It is a sweet sound, although I must admit I chuckled a little to myself when attending my first yoga classes months ago and heard this communal chant to the universe. At first I deferred to join in, not knowing of what I was Oming. But now my Om is clearly above a whispered hum, although it is still not the resounding force it should be.

That will come with time, I suppose, as will being able to hold crow pose for five full breaths without tipping over once.

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