day 6 and my energy is returning. something rises in me that reminds me of my old me; the me in me that knows how to get on the field and stand in the face of dragons. when there wasn't really a choice, something more me than me just got to it and kept me moving.i am finding myself again in an unlikely way.
the room is thick, hot and smells like rotten beans. it's the only complaint i had today. this feels like progress.
today i could remind myself to smile.
i would smile and then things got lighter and easier.
every day so far i have been able to touch my gratitude for being here, being in this body, moving, sweating, stretching, standing and growing.
i can feel my years have settled me into someone wiser and more solid.
decades ago, when i first met this practice, i was fierce and full of possibility. the physical challenge was the game. i could dive into an asana and stay and, therefore, completely bypass the journey in a lot of ways.
now my body remembers, but needs more humility and patience. with this, comes the deep rippling of gratitude.
Injury is a gift in this way. Pain is a gift in this way.
when movement and growth come through that kind of briar patch, the experience is rich with joy.
I celebrate my body. I honor my limitations. I trust my pace. I decide and dedicate myself to open and become strong and flexible and balanced.
I dance my life.
I am here.
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