I'm paraphrasing, and I think he was paraphrasing too, but these were the words that came from my new yoga teacher's mouth a couple of weeks ago.
It was during this session, my first in weeks since falling ill at Shambala, that I had an extraordinary experience...
Once I arrived and went in, I noticed that we had a new teacher. Yogi James started us off with the usual Vinyasa style yoga that I had at one time been doing on a weekly basis. I hadn't been in weeks though and was constantly tired due to this bout of illness, but as I moved through the poses I felt surprisingly strong physically.
Then towards the end, Yogi James introduced some traditional Hatha yoga into the practice, focussing on 2 particular chakras - first the perineal chakra, sometimes called the 'root' chakra because it is the anchor to your body, to everything, to life and power; second the heart chakra, which is the root to the spirit and from where our compassion to humanity stems.
Indian Yogis, he told us, teach that when holding the heart chakra pose for 2-3mins, spontaneous feelings of love can sometimes come about.
About 90 seconds into the pose, Yogi James said, "if you have trouble loving, or receiving love..." and, without warning, I began to cry. I couldn't stop the tears, they just rolled down my face as my straight arms propped up my upper body, my chest and chin lifted.
Now, alot has happened this summer, and I don't just mean festivals. Emotional awakenings, spiritual stirrings, physical yearnings - these are all part and parcel of what makes us human, along with intellectual learnings and professional comparings (I really wanted the word to end in 'ings' to continue the theme! What I mean is measuring ourselves in terms of financial success).
But noone likes to talk about these sides of Man.
Being "emotional" is associated with unstable, hormonal women; if you're "spiritual", you're a bare foot loose linen-wearing hippie called Caz; in tune with your body and you're either a nymphomaniac/man-whore or a 'gym selfie' obsessed narcissist; but proving your mettle in the pub quiz or being the youngest to make Partner in your group of peers are achievements to write home about. Literally. Parents love that stuff.
Why is that?
Even those of my friends who open up about these topics with me from time to time, do so cautiously on a one-on-one basis. Never would they admit to such mumbo jumbo in public...
I'm heading to the 1 Million Years of the Human Story exhibition on Sunday at the Natural History Museum, to explore the evolution of the ancient peoples of Britain. We humans are multi-faceted. Intelligence may be what accelerated our development and secured our survival, but that doesn't mean our other sides should suffer at its expense.