As I walk out the Institute, I am loathe to get back into the hustle of the day immediately. Sometimes, work is pressing and I have to look at my phone as soon as I am out. At others, I let it stay silent in my bag until I get to my car. Then, I just sit in there for 10 minutes or so and make notes. Usually, it is the sequence as I can remember it and what I consider as key points. In my understanding, it may be an action or location that is examined in different asanas, something about Guruji as remembered by the teacher or a tidbit on the philosophy. The sequence is important but perhaps not that essential as I am beginning to find out.
It may be a good idea to ditch the notes for a while. Just feel and experience rather than think too much about whatever I learn. Trust in the process and the subject. Forget if I forget, relearn if I need to. The very thought of letting go of this note taking is scary. How will I remember? My memory could fail me. But isn’t this a hoarding? As I type, my mind negotiates with itself, “ok, don’t bother with the sequence but maybe some of the important points?”
How can a river flow if it holds on to every little thing along its way? Can I flow like that?