The more I study, practice, learn about yoga the more I'm struck by how much I want my life to actually be yoga. As in, no difference between my behavior on or off my mat. Just seamless, continuous yoga.
On my mat I can be calm, giggly, exuberant, sad, humble, joyous, inquisitive, or any number of emotions, not always 'pretty' ones, but authentic and respectful of what I am at that moment.
On my mat I journey from one pose to another and pause when the pose is exactly right for me, Not where I will be in a year, or where I was a year ago. But now - this moment.
On my mat, I don't ask myself 'why?' and 'when?" and "what the hell are you trying to do?" There is movement and breath and finally a stillness with no past or future. Only present. Only this moment.
On my mat I breathe in peace and breathe out what little stress is there. It's not that the anxiety melts or dissipates in the yoga room, it's that it doesn't follow me. The stress is somewhere out in the hall, or parking lot, or just away.
On my mat healing thought patterns form and slowly erase the old tapes. Thought patterns that speak the truth with love and over time I believe those whispered truths just a bit more.
On my mat, I pause, and feel that moment.
On my mat, I am home.
This weekend I made a comment about someone being 'comfortable with having pauses' when they teach yoga. And there was the discovery. How perfect to have pauses in life. How right to be still, how blissful to leave the anxiety in the ether and what a gift to breathe in peace.
Living the moment - no matter what is happening - exercising, meditating, eating, house cleaning -loving the purpose of the moment.
That's yoga.
Thoughts to take with me today: I want to live on my mat and I can. It only takes practice.
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