A favorite definition of yoga: yoga is the practice of feeling your body... its a tool, not a destination (Andrew Dugas, Yoga Better).
Over the years, I’ve often found myself on the mat, ready to prove to myself that my practice has improved, searching for some sense of security or "growth." If gained, I'd be able to say: I am more limber now than last night; my balance today will outshine yesterday’s paltry performance; if I “rock it”… then clearly that means I rock. Of course that “knowing,” would last at max, a whole 15 minutes after I stepped off the mat.
Over the last few years, however, my approach and perspective has softened and with time, it’s shifted. I’ve started to glean that there is no destination. I mean, what would it be? What is the golden cup of yoga? A one arm’d handstand? Then, what?
Instead, after over a decade of on the mat, my practice finally became an opportunity to connect with something I so easily disregarded: my body. Now, as I become more connected with my body, where it is each day, different from the last, I am able to remove so much of the judgment which can easily reign on the mat and which once steered my practice. As the judgment continues to melt, I connect deeply to another quote: “don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move. Move the way joy makes you move. “ (Osho)
If we were to practice from a place of love and joy, what would that hour look like? More importantly, what would it feel like? That’s a golden goblet worth stepping onto the mat for.
Rachel, I AM Living
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