Heh. I was a whole year old when that video was recorded. moving on…
I have a confession to make. I realized yesterday that I didn’t remember the last time I actually took a class. Seriously, I sat on my deck and thought about it and wondered when it was. I still don’t know when it was, but it was too long ago. If it’s been more than a week, it’s too long and it’s been WAY more than a week. I mean, yeah, I do a home practice and I teach several times a week, but you know as well as I do that it’s not the same.
I sat out on my deck with my husband and vented again about how I was feeling overwhelmed and stressed and spun out and strung out and needing to bust out and at a loss for words. That patient man hears me say this frequently. He doesn’t give me answers, but instead waits for me to figure it out. Not that it’s that difficult – the answer is ALWAYS the same: Go take a yoga class.
This morning I got up, got dressed, made my morning juice, and hit the road to Yoga Sol to attend Polly’s class. I laid my mat in the middle of the room so I wouldn’t be tempted to leave it and adjust the other students. I rolled it out, sat down, and began with a beginner’s mind, a student heart, and a full breath. For an hour, I bent and stretched and reached and breathed and flew. I brought the yoga to me and I brought myself to the yoga and it was a magical hour of union. I actually managed to take a Savasana – oh yeah, baby.
I left energized, centered, feeling calm and confident and able to attend to the tasks laid out before me. I felt alive and happy and eager. I felt the practice enter me deeply and shine out amongst the road ahead. I slipped so easily, so gratefully, back into the role of student. It’s just like riding a horse – and I’ll bet I’ll even be a little saddle sore tomorrow as a result. 😉