What, granthi got your tongue?

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Roughly 100 years ago (hyperbolically, ‘natch,) I gave a presentation about my philosophy on Yoga at a local library. First question for the participants: “who are you?” It’s no small wonder that the answers kinda stayed along a continuum. Some jotted down the role they fulfill for others – parent, child, aunt, whereas some responded with a title – teacher, conductor, fisherwoman, while still others responded with a given name, but-everyone-calls-me, or but-my-friends-call-me. 

But what’s in a name, Shakespeare? We are made of stars & schtuff (or mebbe star stuff, no and at all) so there’s no earthly way to boil us down to a single solitary word. Gift yourself expansiveness. Heck, go get a thesaurus and grab you some hyphens! 

To thine own self be true. Satya, or Truthfulness in Sanskrit, is the way to go here, folks/folx. In the 7 chakra system, the throat’s color is blue. It’s called the Vishudda chakra. Next time your throat hurts, maybe it’s a granthi, or a knot, literal or figurative, like a frog, or prior injury of sorts. *Mildly amusing, you-had-to-be-there anecdote at the end. 

When you know your name, you can revel in it. Take it back, take up space, take a break, take a dance class, take a yoga class, take yourself to the movies, take a deep breath. This is a hard-won battle for some of us. While you cannot, IMHO, nick-name yourself, what you can do is adopt a new moniker if it suits. Or not, if it doesn’t. And just because your name is unpronounceable wherever you hang your hat does not mean you need to change it. I don’t make the rules 😉 

Side note, ‘cuz it wouldn’t be one of mine without one. A few years ago, I was on retreat finishing a training module. To close and commemorate our time together, we sat in a huge circle and had to share a mudra, or hand position, and an om, one at a time. For those of you who know me IRL, I am rarely speechless. I was so humbled by those around me, both teachers and students alike, all that I had learned, and all that was shared during our very intense 9 days,  that I couldn’t for the life of me think of something to share. I also didn’t do my homework, since they probably told us to have one ready. Whoops! Of course, my NY-I’m-my-father’s-daughter kicked in, and I blurted out: “I must have a granthi in my tongue.” Let. me. tell. you: yogis left, right and center fell out. It was hilarious! If you were there, please comment & reach out so we can reminisce. 

If this resonated with you, please feel free to comment below or drop me an email. Until our mats unfurl again, be well.

-M

Published by yogabymeredith27

A Yogini since 2k, you will find her on the mat, at the mic (for karaoke) or on the couch (reading or napping.) Classes for every body & everybody - come play! In times like these, it's especially important to practice self-care, on and off the mat. Be well.

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