I took a yoga class on Saturday morning. I finally made a conscious effort toattend. I haven’t been for awhile (but who’s counting) and I knew I had to go again.
I discovered that I was the one asking for forgiveness from the other participants in the room. I was the one who couldn’t hold my balance for long. I was the one who the instructor repeatedly came over to help with poses. I needed that assistance, and it was provided. I needed to know that it was okay that my practice was off. I needed that time on the mat.
The week’s activities and stresses were carried into the hot room with me. Letting them go involved a few tears creeping out as well as falling out of poses, and every pose being painful in some way. I need to participate in this activity more often. I need to find a way to release stress.
Then I remind myself of a recent trip to Jasper. It was cathartic. It was needed in so many ways just like the yoga class was, and I will keep putting these kinds of balancing activities into my world.