Updated: Aug 22, 2021
I showed up to yoga class the other day...
I showed up, in the condition I was currently in, which didn't feel particularly pretty. It was that condition where you want to hide from the world, pull the sheets over your head and wait until it all passes.
I was unsure what to do but I knew I needed yoga.
The class was an advanced quick pace flow, not really the class my body was up for, but I knew I could count on this teacher to hold the type of space I was in.
I threw my week old dirty hair up in a bun and grabbed whatever resembled yoga clothing. I wasn't the social butterfly that usually shows up to the studio, I was soft and reserved. I had been crying on my way to class, just feeling overwhelmed by all the movement around me this past week.
We opened with breath and stillness... My body needed this. I hadn't been breathing very consciously this week or checking in with my body. As things started to heat up, my body said it needed to cool down. The room around me was in a beautiful flow and I quieted the voice that reactively said, "you must flow with the rest"...
I bent my right knee and placed it on the mat in front of me, back leg outstretch reaching to the back of the room. I wiggled a little to positions my hips and felt the repercussions of a week of stressful typing at my desk. I took a deep breath and with my exhale melted into all the sweet spaces in my body that were ready to sink in.
I dropped my temple to the mat and created a soft gaze.
It was beautiful. I could see a line of yogis making their way into dancers pose. One arm outstretched reaching ahead and the other gripping their back foot for support. Each person doing it a little different but painting this extraordinary art piece I got to witness. Though I wasn't in the physical space to dance alongside the community, I felt it, I borrowed, I enjoyed.
With each deep breath; my emotional, physical and mental stress softened. I once would have worried that I was not on the same path as those around me, but my hips felt too yummy to care. This continued as I took my sweet time to swap sides. This time I got to view one woman. I know this woman. I see her every time. She modifies everything and always goes at her own pace. She is older and definitely wiser.
I was in between... In the transition from someone that pushes themselves past the comfort zone a little too aggressively and into someone that uses their wisdom and internal knowledge to go at their own pace.