Living the fullness of Divine

As I sit in my plush, leather office chair at my desk and feel the hidden places in my physical body longing for the mat, I wonder, 'What is this life about'? I find myself at the end of a day like many of us have from time to time. A day where you are sure that it will overcome you: the troubles conquer your very soul. A day when you feel that you are being challenged to live or to die. And you are faced with the decision: Do you put on your armor or do you crawl in a hole and hide? And that is where I find God. In the weak moments of wondering who I can turn to and on what can I depend.

So, I sit, lifting tall off sitsbones and inhale all that I have before me, filling my soul with life and strength and God. This is the time that I come to deeply appreciate the science of yoga, whose aim is that of union with God. I know my faith. I know it irrefutably and undeniably so, but to yoga, it has no care. Just that it leads you. As a teacher, I know that this science aims only at furthering your own need for union with God. And as a practitioner, I cherish that it leads me beautifully to union.

As I draw in the last few full breaths of my day and cherish that this day will end, I pray you as well might grow to cherish the yoke that yoga was so very, very long ago, designed to be. Oneness with the Divine.

Facing our Fears

Tonight, in class, I led the students in half hand stand. The primary lesson that always arrises in handstands is facing your fears and it is such a fundamental thing, but brought me back to my present situations. I have applied for a very lofty position in a highly desired role. This position and role is something that I've always wanted to do, and now the time is right. I find it interesting that today, as I called on this situation, it took much self talk and affirmation before I could present the right posture that is necessary. Honestly, this isn't something that I typically struggle with, but as anything needs practice to be strong, apparently so does one's posture or confidence in how they present themselves.

As I had the class attempting half hand stand, I realized that I have been missing that element of my practice. The scary, needing to surrender and trust parts of a yoga practice that can strengthen more than just your muscles. Due to the effects of my pregnancy, my practice all but died the last trimester and certainly post partum. Now, is the time for me to build back that element that will grow me into my authentic self. The quiet, calm, pillar that I really am. My inner yogi, as it were. So, on to half hand stands!