The last two classes offered complimentary themes. Last week was “non-attached enjoyment”. Lending ourselves to the flow without trying to get it to bend to us. Like the elasticity of bamboo. Forgiving.
I’m a planner. So, if you are too, just breathe. Without a plan or guide, can we lend ourselves to the delight that comes from not knowing? Dare I say we’ve entered the territory of trust. Trust sounds so sweet & simple, yet there’s a depth and skill to trust.
We show up for yoga. We trust our breath. Our body creaks and resists. Why oh why didn’t I linger over that second cup of coffee? Please, no arm balances today! Practice deepens. Down dog and forward fold open tight hamstrings. Cobra stretches the belly in the most necessary way. A smile crosses your face. Wow, 30 minutes have already passed.
Maybe your inner knee hurts a touch today. A choice to make . . . skip tree pose? Your ego wants to keep up with the class, but a deeper impulse drives you to back off. Trust ignited. You remember your teacher intimate that yoga is a self-care practice, a mindfulness practice. Instead you choose forearm plank, trusting the energy that comes from igniting your core.
Back to the inner control freaks and planners inside of us . . . trust can come from letting someone help you. You don’t have to do it all yourself for it to get done right. The richness of collaboration may loosen the grip and open reservoirs of ease. Namaste, Lynn
