shhhhhhwwwwt. The sound of a semi-stuck mat that has been rolled up for far too long.
Today, for the first time in months, I practiced Asana–led by the lovely Monica Alvano. A little slow, a little unsteady, but very much needed. I took a few movements about a week ago–easing into my joints, but this was the first extended practice. It was not life changing, but it was necessary. Sometimes, health and wellness get pushed to the background. And for the last few months, I’ve mostly been treading water–which means a regular health routine has been virtually nonexistent.
A big part of my yoga practice is to not be so hard on myself. I think we could all use a little bit of that. For me, a moving practice didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like it was going to serve me in the way that it should. That doesn’t always mean you shouldn’t go to class of course. But also, don’t feel like you’re failing if you don’t go. You’ll always come back to it.
That’s the wonder of this practice, no matter what, the mat will always be there.
Dreaming Eyes of Wonder 