Yoga for me and perhaps many of you, has a way of breaking me down. Sometimes it seems to come from out of the blue. Asana or simple breathing will bring me to tears (of joy or sorrow) unexpectedly and I think, “What am I crying for?”
“Do not look directly at it!” are the shouts you can hear from a gang of warriors attempting to slay the monster Medusa. One look at this dreadful creature in the eyes and you turn to stone. Snake haired and mortal hating, she was a force to reckon with.