A yoga practice often involves a lifetime of learning. The safe and nurturing beginnngs often sprout to new ventures.
Many start with a basic learning class but we want more. Hustling to "get" the breathing pattern. Honestly sensing the placement of each pose only to crave the next, deeper sensation.
Again, safe and nurturing as the little we bring home acquires an ongoing craving for the sanctuary of a forward bend.
Since we know we can achieve more, the myriad of classes and forms start to attract us. This never really stops. With so many options and opinions. Get it hot, get it slow, like water or earth, yin or yang.
Stay with any form long enough and the introverted nature of yoga comes into focus. You begin to sense the center -- our center. The world start to quiet itself.
When you move from one to the next the phases in yoga start showing you a spiral. A repeated evolution. Get what you can from each arch of the path let it flow inward.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Workers of the World Unite......was always my mantra for this day. I wondered how I could be in "solidarity" with the families and people that lived more rugged lives. What that says about the current times when globalism has universalized expectations for a middle class life. At the same time pundits state there is a general demise of the middle class. I wonder if we might get back to the nature of "work", the value of our labor, and the sense of nurturing or providing that puts not only food (hopefully organic, locally grown and unpackaged) on our table, but also promotes a sense of connection to her...the land. I am going to take time today to sit on the ground and feel her swell and change, feel warmth or cool, gritty, muddy or dry and remember that the more I interact with her the more vital we both will be.