When I sent out my e-newsletter, I got back this very funny reply from my high school friend Jamie Winslow (he’s part of a very cool nonprofit–The Salute Military Golf Association–they offer golf as a therapeutic outlet for soldiers undergoing prolonged treatment at Walter Reed Hospital).
Lisa,
Be very careful…back in the old daze, when I used to go to my happy place and contort my body in a myriad of similar pretzel-like manifestations, I too experienced hair levitation. I got so adept at the practice, particularly during stressful times–the first tee at major golf tournaments; public speaking engagements before short, Japanese businessmen; and even at the birth of my first-born son–that my hair literally left my head, sometimes hanging in mid-air for the splittest of seconds before falling to the ground never to return to its once proud follicle. Well, you’ve seen the result, there’s precious little hair left to levitate.
Now, I know what you’re saying. And I agree. It’s true, it’s true…few have, few will ever reach the sheer heights that unabashed hair levitation requires…Still, as Swami Muktananda teaches, hair levitation is serious bizness. You know this; I don’t have to tell you. But I learned my lesson too late. Please, I implore you to remember the teachings of power yoga as taught by the masters in Himachal Pradesh, India, to channel this energy more evenly throughout the body. I too once thought that hair levitation was the path to true Nirvana, what I found is that it’s only the path to a cheaper haircut.
