Two monks get to a river and just as they are about to cross, a woman runs up to them and asks if one could carry her across the river because she didn’t want to ruin her dress. So one of the monks picks up her, walks across and places her on the opposite side. She thanks him and they part.
An hour later the other monk turns to the first and asks, “Brother, why did you carry that woman? In our order it is forbidden to talk to let alone touch a woman.” The first monk replies, “Brother, it has been an hour, and you are the one still carrying the woman.”
Let go. Or be dragged.
Today in yoga, the teacher gave us this story for our savasana. Still after 6 years of practice, it’s hard to let go.