It Looks Like a Bomhittit & Other Thoughts on Healing Our World


When I was a kid I was kind of a mess. I hated keeping my room tidy, and I’ve been told, my mom would even find food under my bed, though I don’t remember any of this.

What I do remember is my mom coming into my room and declaring it looked like a bomhittit.

And, whenever she would make this declaration I knew I was in for some time in that room, cleaning it up and putting everything in its place. I didn’t know what a bomhittit was, but I was pretty sure it looked my room on its worst day.

It wasn’t until years later, when I was in college, that I opened the door to my dorm room and made the same declaration as my mom.

“Oh, God, this place looks like a bomhittit!” I said. And, it was in that moment that everything came into focus and I understood that the room didn’t look like a bomhittit, it looked like a bomb hit it. I couldn’t stop laughing, so much that my ribs hurt and tears started to roll down my cheeks. My roommate thought I was insane until I had calmed myself down enough to explain the story to her.

How did I go so long misinterpreting what my mom was saying?

But, that’s the funny thing about communication – things get lost in translation.

Sometimes we speak too quickly, or we assume we know what the other person is thinking, or we hear what we want to hear and selectively choose not to hear certain other things.  Or, which I think happens more often than not, we are so in our heads about what we want to say next, that we don’t hear the other person in the room at all.

And, I think right now we’ve gotten ourselves into a real communication problem. As a society, we no longer listen to each other. So much so, that with social media and the million and one media outlets, we can choose who and what we want to hear and leave everything and everyone else behind.

What we really need is to truly communicate with one another. And, not just people that are just like us and believe things that we believe, but with people who believe the exact opposite of what we believe. It’s the only way things will ever change for the better.

But, the true problem is finding the people that you can have a conversation with that know how to listen to your side of the matter, too. That’s not easy to come by.

As a body of people that have the privilege of practicing yoga, it’s our job to learn how to communicate effectively.

Not everyone is going to agree with the way you see life because they are not living your life. They have different perspectives, worries, fears, and past experiences that bring them to the conclusions that they have found.

Because we, as yogis, get a chance in our practice to clear away what’s not working for us and breathe in every new opportunity and moment, we must set the standard when it comes to being a vessel of standing up for what you believe in and being open enough to hear, really hear, what the issues are.

To communicate is to commune.

Commune is to have an intimate conversation. Usually, you’ll hear commune used in reverence to the divine – to talk intimately with God, the Universe, Source, etc.

But, I’m going to challenge you that maybe that person that thinks about things in a completely different way is a way for the divine to come into your life. So, that once we start to understand each other it is a truly intimate conversation with you and Source. Because, I believe, there really is only one of us here – a body of people connected to each other in ways we are just starting to understand.

Be open. Learn to listen without thinking ahead. Say sorry when you haven’t communicated effectively. And, maybe just maybe, we can start to heal this world in new ways.

Tori Hicks-Glogowski is an online yoga instructor and yoga business coach and mentor for yoga teachers. She is the author of the book, "Views from the Podium: The Life & Times of a Hot Yogi," and has been writing and sharing her yoga experience for the past seven years. Find out more about Tori now.

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