More thoughts on "yoga" and where thinking originates

I've been considering the "yoga" post from the other day.  I think I learn towards two paths in terms of what kind of "yoga" I reflect in my day to day life: jnana yoga, or the yoga of knowledge, and karma yoga, the yoga of selfless action.  I suppose this isn't surprising, really, given my Jesuit education.  Pursuit of knowledge and being a person for others are central themes in Jesuit education, and obviously, that's been a major influence on me.  While I may not be building huts for the poor in Botswana, I definately feel closer to my truest self when I help other people.  I really do live to see others succeed, and to help be a part of that success.  Sure, I take great pride in that, but that's not why I do it.  I like seeing other people learn to believe in themselves and its incredibly rewarding for me to help create a rewarding experience for others.  I'll never forget the Emmaus retreat that I led...   during the Mass afterwards, people were coming up one after another talking about how emotionally meaningful it was to them.  Being a part of that, I felt like I was in the right place doing the right thing... but more so than being the "right" thing.. it was MY right thing... what was right for me to be doing.  Thinks like that make me feel closer to doing what I was intended to be doing.

There's also a part of me that is thinking...  ALWAYS thinking and mentally discovering things about the world around me.  When the little mouse on the wheel gets going, I get excited... I feel focused and strong.  When I brainstorm and ponder, I feel full of life--but its not full of extrasensory stimulation, but full of a driving life force from the inside.  That is how I know that knowledge also brings me closer to my truest self.  Too often, people confuse a lot of sound and fury from outside of themselves with a full life experience...  music doesn't inspire the force of life, nor alcohol or drugs or sex or sports...   when I am truthful to myself, I recognize that it comes from inside me, perhaps sparked by these outside events, but definately not eminating from them.