The Third Om

It was one of the most scrumptious days I've heard of in a long time, since fall I suspect - 70 degrees with uncannily blue skies and sailing low tufts of clouds.

I went to yoga today at Open Door Studio. 90 minutes passed in what felt like 10; it was marvelous, it was everything I wanted. After revelry and mayhem last night, escaping my brain was something that needed to happen. I managed to escape to my body.

Not only was I challenged and soothed and delighted, but there was one event that tempered me to the class - the three oms. I'm not sure if anybody else in my class was musically-inclined, but if they were, they would have marveled. We had one bass, many altos of various timbres and a couple of sopranos. We began our first om in discord, which resolved as we found the places in the scale where our voices naturally fall. The second om, I realized I was trying too hard to match the altos, stopped being concerned with my in-tuneness, relaxed my vocal cords - and ah! AH! I naturally struck a major third that turned an ominous, serious, guarded chord into the most beautiful, hopeful, marvelous combination of notes and timbres that it brought tears to my eyes. The third om was transcendent.