Ive been avoiding my yoga practice for a long time. Its not the practice Ive been hiding from, but the emotion I've known would inevitably accompany the stillness. But my yoga is like a best friend who's been waiting patiently for me to come home. Through my practice I reconnect with my true heart, my spirit. I feel God as the Source of All, my Soul as part of the Whole. I belong, I fit, I know I'm on my path.
When I abandon my practice, when I forsake myself, my spirit feels lost and alone. I go through the motions of each day feeling no purpose.
Finally today the tears came. I haven't had the time or the strength to allow the emotions, but now, here in the safety of my friend's home, far from all that's familiar, I'm easing back in. Feeling supported in new ways, I'm willing to sit in the storm until it clears.
I've never been completely devoted to my mat. I'm on the path, there's no doubt, but I tend to step off and wander away. Each time I come back to my mat, my breath, meditation and stillness, it's with renewed conviction and enthusiasm. I've allowed myself to get knocked off my feet repeatedly. What will it take for me to stay connected? Daily practice with no excuses. A beautiful discipline.
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