It’s ironic. My last post, a million years ago, was how I could not stop doing yoga, once I started a practice.
And then, I stopped! Ha! And then, stopped blogging because since I stopped practicing regularly I couldn’t really talk about THAT. Well I could, but I felt sort of ashamed. But nonetheless, I am BACK!
When I say that I stopped practicing, I really mean I stopped my daily practice. I still did yoga, but it was much more infrequent. Summer took hold of me, new obsessions (estate sales & overall house projects) laid claim to my time. I knew, however, that that was impermanent.
Ahhhhh, impermanence. There isn’t a concept that gets me through life more than the idea of impermanence. As days went by without a practice I somehow knew in the back of my mind that I would eventually float back, and I did. I let go of the attachment I had to the idea that I HAD to practice and just let myself do whatever it was I felt to do. And without that judgement of myself I avoided suffering. When I did practice I allowed myself that same “kindness”, I just did what felt right then, whatever poses I moved into were fine by me. And gradually, I moved into my practice of yore! My daily NEED to practice returned! My tendancy to start a practice and not want it to end, holing up in my yoga space for longer than I had intended returned. I am SO grateful that my practice is always there for me, whether I leave it for a day or a month, or more. It’s always available to me. I just have to remember that it’s not about progress, it’s not about the poses and what I can accomplish. It’s about that sweet sweet feeling AFTER any practice.
Spring is the season of renewal, but I have always felt autumn was moreso – at least for me!
Republished with permission from “Downward Deegs” blogspot.You can read more of Laurens’s blog at: http://downwarddeegs.blogspot.com