Right now I am feeling very open. Energized. My husband is a touch away and asleep beside me. I wonder what he is dreaming about.
Sometimes I sit here and write because it’s time to and then the inspiration comes. Like now, the inspiration comes, and the time is perfect.
I am inspired. By the busyness and stillness of life. I have been experiencing some very honest moments in my yoga practice lately. The yoga room is a microcosm of life. I learn so much from my practice and I love that I can still take away new ideas and feel them physically when I am connecting with myself in that room. In front of the whole world.
Isn’t it funny how we don’t want others to see us fail at something or not be perfect at something? In yoga, I fall out of my postures. I lose my balance. I get flustered. I feel light-headed. I feel imperfect. But I do not close my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror right into my eyes, I breathe. I know my breathe will save me. I do not notice the bodies around me. I am the only one here. I try again. I am not perfect, but I do not fail.
I hope that that the experience of this will humble me in the world outside the room.
When I struggle in a posture, my eyes are opened to the physical struggle. I can feel that my mind and body are not aligned. Sometimes it is utter confusion and frustration. Then I know I have to work on bringing the mind and body closer. In that moment, your breath will save you. Different postures bring different challenges for each person on any given day. And that might take a minute or it may take years. Such as life, a yoga practice is never perfect. Such as in yoga, life is about trying the right way.
When I am pushing myself in a posture and then there is that moment when the level of balance is reached, your mind and body connects and your body is release. I might feel it for only a second or two or longer. But I know it when I feel it. If I can give you a visual, it feels like opening up your arms to the world and throwing your head back looking up into the sky and letting the gentle warmth glide over you. You can’t help but smile. You are filled with joy and the beauty of your surroundings engulfs you. You welcome the surrender to it. You are free.
Do people walk away from being with me having a sense that they are loved, worthy, and have much to offer?
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- Lady of Light
- I'm a Cancer. I have curly hair. I practice yoga. I knit. Music is my muse. Food is my friend. I dabble in aromatherapy. I am hardly ever without a good lotion or a choice essential oil. Sometimes I cry, but I laugh mostly. Everyone should sleep on nice linens. I like people with good hearts. My favorite colour is red. Curtains dress up a room nicely. I'm an Indian Princess.
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I know this song!!!! Need you Now! This is the first time I've guessed one of your title songs. The pressure is off :)
i loved this yoga glasses post bud. i particularly like this paragraph "Isn’t it funny how we don’t want others to see us fail at something or not be perfect at something? In yoga, I fall out of my postures. I lose my balance. I get flustered. I feel light-headed. I feel imperfect. But I do not close my eyes. I look at myself in the mirror right into my eyes, I breathe. I know my breathe will save me. I do not notice the bodies around me. I am the only one here. I try again. I am not perfect, but I do not fail."
you've got some yoga wisdom budaloo.
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