Ahhhh my favorite pose as of last night. Two days of heat wave, a full week of 2nd grade, enrolling in the right preschool, last minute day care crisis, backed up toilets and figuring my teaching schedule to accomodate the world is enough to run even the calmest yogi ragged.
For the first time in over a year, I came home after my 5:30pm class and plopped on the couch. I even ate dinner on the couch… with the TV on. (Good thing the kiddos were already in bed because I just broke about 3 of my own rules.) Wow! So this is what a couch with a recliner feels like. I like it! I didn’t even have any energy to flip the channels and what ever channel was on was what I was watching. Tyrah Bank’s Top Model. So I watched it (or rather is the reason why I stopped watching TV in the first place.) Never mind that cause I didn’t have much brain waves left to process anything else that was more complicated or thought provoking.
This is a first time in a long time that I knew that a yoga practice tonight was not going to help. There are days that I know a good yoga practice will snap me out of my rut and energize me. Then there are the few days (like last night) that a practice would probably take me to a dangerous edge where I might injure myself. Being able to distinguish between the intuitive voice of “slow down and rest” and the inner ego of more, more, more is much of a practice as the asana practice itself. I find the practice of stillness to be much more challenging than any posture.
So, is my ego bruised because I missed a practice? Maybe.
Soul nourished? Definitely.