the internal battle of yoga
The physical of lifelong habits, biomechanical patterns to compensate for disability, an imperfect body, sports injuries, heat, allergy discomfort and a restless night due to an unwell dog. (As my husband put it to a colleague… “At 3.30am we were out walking to toilet him. At 4.30am we were washing his bum!”) Hee hee.
The mental of not feeling strong or naturally gifted like in other sports in the past – focusing on my own achievements and not the ego – realising how little I see – working out the poses that don’t hurt my eyes – remembering I’m doing damn well to be there – learning and remembering my strengths and weaknesses – thankful for a teacher who welcomed me and my disabilities – loving the beautiful women I now call friends – what kind of plant is that? I wonder if I could keep that alive? – what shall I cook for lunch? oops, don’t get distracted.
Ah yes, yoga is more than it looks. But when you’ve fought back tears throughout the class on a bad day, and suddenly you’re easing into a pose you never thought you would do, your posture is right and feels easy for the first time, it all comes together in that moment.
That little battle. That little victory.
How are you all going with your little internal battles?
* When a dog is flustered, they just shake it all out. Smart cookies.