Today marks the last day of a two week break from yoga practice. My body did feel like it needed a rest after four x 40-day practices since January. But strangely, over the two weeks of sleeping in and resting physically, some of my old aches and pains have come back. It will be interesting to see if they flee when I get back on the mat tomorrow.
Maybe more importantly, someone at work asked me last week, "Are you still doing yoga every morning?" I said no, we've got a break for two weeks. He said, "I thought so!" In the kindest possible way. I know what he means.
This writing practice has been a bit of a non-event, but there's a piece of me that knows I want to do this, can do this... write about more than what's going on out there in the garden, in the kitchen. Write about what's going on inside. So during this sadhana practice I will write something every day. It may just be a sentence. (I don't always need to write an essay.) I just commit to it being honest and aware. The focus is folding inward.
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