On March 31st, 1986 my mother jumped out of the seventh floor window of her bedroom. On her way down she crashed onto a glass table that was in the backyard of the owners of the ground floor unit. She died that day. She was depressed and desperate.

To me, that felt like I received two gun-shots; one to the head (an atomic explosion), and one big cannon-ball bullet to the stomach.

I am not writing to tell you that story. This is about how “healing” a daily yoga practice can be.

In 2000, on my first yoga class I realized that there was some relation between what I felt in my “stomach” and the pain of what happened when I was eighteen.

Eight years later I learned I had a muscle called the “psoas” along with others deep within my stomach which coincided with the time when I started doing drop backs onto the floor. From standing, dropping backwards onto the wheel pose.

I could never do it. Still can’t.

Since it was so hard for me, I learned the physical part of the ‘dropping back’ very well. I studied it from every angle, consulted every teacher. But still nothing.

Last June I visited Paul Dallaghan at his yoga center in Thailand.

I told him straight: I need help, I’ve been working on the physical part of the dropping back for six years, I’ve consulted dozens of teachers and I still cannot do it. Why?

“Let’s look at it” Paul said, as he walked me to the wall.

So I dropped back with my hands on the wall, and as I came up I did the usual thing I always do:

I got dizzy, took a frantic inhale (as if I had been drowning) and then bent over, hands on knees, trying to catch my breath, dispelling the blur in my eyes, until when I could see Paul again.

He was looking at me intently. His full attention on my every move.

“This last part” he said “that desperate inhale at the end…That is drama, because the physical part is ready.”

And just like that, with one sentence, I had the biggest AHA! moment of my life.

That “desperate inhale” is exactly what I had felt when I saw my mother being carried out, covered with a white blanket, face and all, dead, on a stretcher, to the ambulance that would take her to the morgue, to the nightmare.

The “desperate inhale” was still with me, right there in my psoas, in my inner organs, cannon ball made into flesh, and in my breathing.

BUT the physical part was ahead of me. Paul said: “the physical is ready.”

The emotional body, however, had an extra layer on top of my muscles, and this extra layer still had a strong hold on me. It was stopping me from breathing.

That is how POWERFUL a daily yoga practice can be. Because we store strong emotional trauma both in the physical AND the emotional body.

When we heal the physical then the emotional pain can be released. @ClaudiaYoga
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It can float away… off it goes… like a cucumber detaching from the vine.

After that conversation with Paul my drop-backs have gotten a lot deeper, and I don’t inhale desperately anymore when I come up, now I just breathe and smile.

And no, I still don’t go all the way down, but I am no longer scared, so I know the pose will come – in time, no rush.

Back in NYC in September, talking to a very wise man, that James and I know, I asked him about the experience, and he asked me just ONE question.

He warned me before asking this particular question, which was weird, I guess he is used to having strong reactions to it.

“Go ahead, and ask me,” I said.

“How much do you think you get out of holding on to this story about your mother”? He said.

KABOOM, another Aha! moment.

See, the body (physical) was ready to let go, and even the emotional body was beginning to let go (I was breathing as I was coming up), but I was still going around asking, and talking about it…

Why?

Because there is a pay-off to holding on to drama.

When you read that first paragraph, it probably evokes an emotion in you, you may feel sympathy, relate, feel sadness, think of something that happened to you, want to say “I’m sorry” to me.

We are good people at heart, and we are all compassionate at the core, so we feel for the pain of others.

And… right there, that is how…I get a “pay-off… I tell the story and I get the “poor me”…I get attention, I get to reinforce my wound.

Wow.

Even though I would not say I am exactly “healed” from that event, at least now when I think of my mother, I can come from a place of love and not be so caught up in the emotion. 

I am “un-frozen.” I can write about it. And this is just my experience…

I am not saying this is how it would happen for anyone else. That is the thing with yoga, it’s an individual process.

And for me it’s working. It is helping me release.

For example: I no longer think that people that take their own lives will be punished, or have to pay for it (which is what I used to think).

Now I see they were in pain, desperate, they did not know what else to do, they could not see any other options. They did the best they could.

And wherever my mother may be now, with all the love that lives within me for her, I wish her a wonderful new start.

Te quiero mucho mama.

Claudia Azula Altucher is a teacher of all branches of yoga. She is the Co-Author of “The Power Of No. ” You can find her on Twitter.