It took me quite unawares. I was nearly finished with my yoga teacher training and had three intensive workshops under my belt. Looking back, that particular weekend was unique. It was when I came into contact with Goswami Kriyananda – the bright eyed guru who exuded compassion and emanated wisdom. He gave a wonderful discourse on karma and his gentle spirit was contagious. All in all, it was an inspiring time and I was open to soaking up the comprehensive training with my mind, body and soul.
The workshop started on Thursday evening and concluded on Sunday afternoon when our shuttle took us back to the Chicago airport. That is when it hit me. I remember looking out of the large motor coach window and feeling as though I was in another world. I am a near-sighted person for whom distant details are not always the clearest. Yet, I was seeing the landscape in HD. The colors were rich and it was as though the vistas were alive – pulsing with energy. I don’t recall interacting with the other students on the drive. This initial phase had me feeling as if I were in a bubble.
After about an hour, we arrived at the O’Hare Airport in Chicago. Now let me set this up for you. It was November 2001, just two months after 9-11 (in fact it was November 11, exactly two months after the tragedy). So, as you can imagine, the lines were long – I mean long. And the people were impatient and hostile. The sympathy and the camaraderie connected with our nation’s trauma had definitely dissipated.
For me it was another story. The admiration that I had for the rural landscape had somehow transferred to the environment inside the airport. I felt connected, dedicated and full of love for everyone I encountered. The thing that I most remember was the eye contact I sought. I was not intimidated by anyone. For my effort, I was usually rewarded with a small smile or a surprised glance as I intertwined with the lines and lines of people walking in an endless queue.
Finally on the plane, there was a collective sigh. Yet, the waiting was not finished as the captain began to issue reports that we were 30th in line, 20th in line…this continued until we were detained on the runway for an hour or more. When the reality hit that connections would be missed, people starting getting nervous and tensions grew. Many wanted to reach out to their families but due to dead or non-existent cell phones (this was 15 years ago), they were unable to communicate. My phone was fully charged and I felt compelled to pass it around to everyone who needed it. It was my pleasure. I never experienced one iota of selfishness or worry. What was mine was theirs. This giving spirit tranquilized some of the inflamed passengers and a new more uplifting vibe began to circulate.
I was returning back to Texas to see my two young daughters and husband. I was excited to reunite. But I never expected what I encountered. As I came out of security, a bit tired but still floating on my cloud of illumination, I saw my family. Now remember, all throughout that 8-10 hour day, I had experienced an unusual tenderness for complete strangers. So, it is tough to describe how I felt seeing the faces of my loved ones. But one word still comes to mind as I reflect on that event. Beauty. I saw genuine beauty. And love. A profound love that filled me with extreme happiness. I wasn’t just glad to see them again, it was as though I was perceiving them for the first time and they were resplendent.
Of course, this feeling of elation and bliss eventually receded. The joys of parenting took over and my enlightenment or period of samadhi dissolved to pave the way for a householder’s reality. I tried to get it back. But I guess the conditions were perfect for that one true experience.
During that time, and for a significant period, my crown was open and I was truly a part of the whole. I was acting in pure compassion and encountering the authentic nature of things – the way we were meant to see.
I’d like to share this mantra that harkens back to that amazing experience.
Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu
May all beings everywhere be happy and free and may the thoughts, works and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.
6 thoughts on “The Story of My Enlightenment”
Amazing story Kim! Thank you for sharing such a beautiful and deeply inspirational experience!
Thank you Lorraine! It has been on my list to record this for some time. I am glad that you were touched. Namaste, Kim.
Thank you! There is a gentleness and open giving that I feel in your presence that I greatly appreciate and admire.
We are in HI, currentyMaui heading to Kauai Saturday. A place of great natural beauty’s for me.
I look forward to yoga with you in the weeks and months ahead.
Happy Thanksgiving and blessings to you and your family. 🙏 Barb
Ahhh, to be in Hawaii again…
Thank you for the kind remarks and your blessings. I look forward to being with you soon.
A beautiful, engagingly written essay, Kim. It seems to me, the focus and vision of your spiritual experience transferred seamlessly to your parenting abilities. You are wonderfully supportive, and know intuitively when to allow free range. For me, it’s always uplifting to be in your presence, and I cherish the many years of Yoga teachings with you.
I am honored that you place my writing in such high regard Catana! I am touched by your spirit as well and truly value our time together.