I’ve done a lot of yoga lately, both as a student and a teacher. We’re all crowing about bakasana, or kakasana, or whatever you want to call it. I actually rolled out of a pose Friday in class. It was a spectacular collapse. I laughed so hard I could barely get it back together. Actually, I wasn’t the only one laughing. It was awesome.
And every time I find my way to my mat, I remember why I love yoga, why I can’t wait to teach, why it’s my honor to get to introduce it to others. It’s called a practice. The definition is as follows(from Google & Webster): repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it, or to actively pursue or be engaged in, or…or…they keep going this way.
There’s no mention of perfection. There’s no mention of ever not needing to do it. It’s an active pursuit…yes. That’s it…ACTIVE PURSUIT.
Do you actively pursue anything? I mean really pursue it, not because you have to, but because you can’t not pursue it? Maybe you should.
See you on the mat? I hope so.