These past 6 days of Yoga have felt like rekindling an old flame. Although it’s been an important part of my life for a while now, consistency is not my forte. Some days I’ll practice for 2.5 hours and some days I won’t practice at all.
This challenge has forced me to make time for what really matters and has rekindled that intuitive feeling I felt a few years ago that told me this is what I need to dedicate my life to. It has also helped me find a balance: 45 – 75 minutes of yoga per day is do-able. More than that is generally not sustainable.
Despite having other goals, aspirations and projects, the one thing that has been consistent is the ever-present longing to dedicate my every day to practicing and studying Yoga. The many days I have spent not doing these things and focusing on something else have been filled with thoughts about how “I want to, but_____” or, “I will, but first I have to ______.”
Last night as I was reading through the first five Yoga Sutras of Patanjali after my 45 minute practice, there was nothing I wanted more than to remain in that moment reading ancient literature about Yoga and thinking about how right it feels to be pursuing this part of my life.
With this short entry, I’ll leave a small but powerful Sutra for you to ponder (Yoga Sutra 1:4)
So as we go through today, may we remember that our reality, our world, our Truth, our experiences, and even what we see when we look out our kitchen window is distorted by our beliefs and thought patterns. Your reality is not mine. Mine is not yours.