I wasn’t able to get out of my own way this week.
Out of sync.
And because I like nothing more than making matters worse, I tried to rush each day along.
Futile and insane. We’ve all done it, tried to rush past the shittiness so we can get back to the good stuff.
The easy stuff.
It didn’t work. I slugged through it both frustrated and sleepy. A brief respite came Friday during a local teacher’s practice. This week’s focus was Yin yoga and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Being with nothing but a pose and pranayama was a great first step back in the direction of balance. After a long hot shower and a glass of pinot I was ever so grateful to climb into my bed at 9:30. I needed my day off.
After a morning visit to Brian the Chiropractor, I raced on my bike to class. Frustrated again because I left the house ten minutes later than I should have so I walked into the studio at 12pm for a 12pm class. Grrr.
And then…a shift. The previous class was running late. I saw bodies under blankets with eye pillows. Yes!
I am not sure if things come up because I need them, if I attract situations that I think about or if I notice things because they are on my mind. Who knows, it could be a combination of all three.
A chance to catch up.
I smiled at my luck. When I went to check in- I was offered a complimentary class because of a mix-up on the snow day.
A do over.
Class started in Virasana, my least favorite pose but I was relaxed and went with the sensation. The warm- up consisted of a wave of movements that slowly churned energy and gently brought quiet heat to my muscles. Kevin, the teacher tenderly urged that we let go of judgment. Instead, we should release the notion of good and bad around actions and feelings. And lastly look at ourselves from a place of observation whether nothing and everything just- is.
My spirit fascia loosened up.
A chance to breathe.
And then, we moved into Tadasana.
His next words put the past week in perspective and were the safe harbor in what turned out to be bear of a f*cking class.
‘Stand here, in this place.”
His words made me rise from my ribs and lift my heart.
‘Stand here, in this place.’
So I did. I stood feeling rooted, shaky and suddenly without reason, very vulnerable.
But I stood there, in that place.
A mountain. Breathing. Never moving despite storms and clouds and the pounding sun.
‘Stand here, in this place.’
Because if I can stand when it hits the fan I can rise in the sunlight. If I can stand without judgement of myself and others, I am open to infinite possibilities.
So I stood. Without expectation.
I missed opportunities all week to stop and stand in the place that I was, but it was okay because I was doing it now.
I am doing it now. Standing here in this place without judgement but with observation.
Namaste y’all.
