This is a Journey Into Yogic Sound

2010. Four years into working for corporate America - I came across a number of articles targeted at young professionals, like myself, who are in the grind and looking to find 'balance'. My first thought was: Balance? What balance? I had money in my pocket, a place of my own, a socially respectable job, I was dating with some success (and some failure), I was driving a badass truck and drinking delicious single malt scotch with the fellas while visiting Black Jack tables at the Hard Rock. How much more balance do I need? Who needs emotions when you have work to do and booze to coat the rest? At the time I didn't know it, but a void still existed because for the next four years, I continued to come across these articles of balancing the mind, body and soul. And each time I read about yoga, I found it to align with some unknown part of me. Still a bit dehydrated from the night before and brain-fried from last week's engineering plan set submittal, that alignment never felt any more than a blip of dialogue in my brain saying - "sounds kinda cool".

Then shit hit the fan.

I starting dating a most beautiful young lady. We had known each other for a few years already, so when we went on our first date, it felt like the 10th. Things progressed pretty quickly and I had stars in my eyes. Smart, beautiful, ambitious, and humble - what a combo! But as love goes, our paths weren't meant for each other. Her track of life was far from where I was headed, and we called it quits. I was in the dumps. Combined with grinding work hours and grinding play hours, heart break was the emotional energy that forced me into surrender. The western school of thought is grind, push, control, collect, and take no prisoners. But I was depleted of trying to control everything and surrender was my only comforting state of existence. It had become clear, I needed to heal. So I quit my job, joined a significantly less demanding job and started reading more about yoga and its healing nature. I signed-up for my first yoga class in early 2014.

I have to admit, I was reluctant to participate in this girly workout, but after a handful of classes - I felt a shift within myself that I'm not sure I can put into words. At the conclusion of each class for about 10-15 minutes, I was high on sobriety. My static emotional state of depression and isolation would vanish even as I attempted to call it back. Through those short highs, my confidence shot through the roof where I found myself making new friends, flirting with girls’ way out of my league, and gaining substantial clarity of my life. I began journaling - thoughts and ideas poured out of my pen - as if straight from my subconscious. It was sensational. And I'm convinced my recent experience in surrender was the catalyst to these new experiences. I began to participate into a new dimension of living, where I began to see my routine from another point of view. Three months into my practice, and I was still high and hooked. It was a rabbit's hole and I had to see what else was down there. I knew I would never not practice.