One of the most breath taking aspects of watching the sunrise over Angkor Wat was seeing the large congregation of yogis out to celebrate International Yoga Day. Now, let me be clear, I am not a namaste kind of person. I have a hard time sitting with my eyes closed and mediating or saying “ommmm” without losing interest half way through the prayer. But this moment of watching everyone, in unison begin their practice of the sun salutation was just, well, centering.
International Yoga day was Sunday, June 21, 2015 and was the first of its kind. It was met with criticism, as are many things in life, but my little slice of International Yoga Day was beautiful and perfect.
I have a dirty little secret that whenever there are mass movements of things, say groups of people singing, dancing, laughing, or say, practicing yoga, I can get overcome with emotion and start to get teary eyed. I make up excuses for why my eyes are red, but in this moment, I let the emotion and power of hundreds of people practicing yoga wash over me, and I cried. Laugh at me, judge me or be overcome with emotion with me. Regardless of your response, it was a beautiful moment of people working together, building each other up and finding peace during the sunrise of a lifetime.