Almost a decade ago I used to attend yoga class twice a day. How I look back fondly on that time in my life. I loved everything yoga, and was privileged enough to be instructed by an authentic yogi. The presence he brought to the practise, I have not come across since.
Whenever I drop into an asana and experience the release my body crave I am filled with gratitude for what I learned and experienced in that yoga class. I often felt frustrated because the routine was always the same. Week after week, month after month, year after year. Now I know what a gift it was. The safe space it created. The solid foundation it gifted me. That you could flow with the sequence, and experience it deeply. Nowadays I don’t do my asanas nearly as often as I hope to, but when I do, my body responds as if it is once again able to connect with an ancient wisdom, is allowed to release whatever became trapped, and can breathe a sigh of relief as I am able to relax deeper into the pose.
I have found that one stretch or five stretches or more, all carry a gift to meet me where I am.
I have found that I can no longer attend yoga classes. Teachers with inflated ego’s, students competing with each other on how deeply they are able to stretch or how much longer they can hold a pose, not to mention the outfits and labels that come with the commercialisation of yoga, and don’t get me started on the objectivication of bodies in poses. All these things have alienated me from going to class.
These days I embrace the experience of rolling out my yoga mat, settling into a pose intuitively, and finding what I need on the mat.
I hope you feel inspired to roll out your mat and drop into a pose, do the moon salute or regain your balance by assuming tree pose.
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Yes 💜