Bringing my yoga practice into my life, beyond my mat, is important to me. It’s been almost two years since I started practicing the Anusara-style of hatha yoga and I love it each time my body meets my mat. (Thank you, Amy, for being such a wonderful teacher!) But what I love even more are the lessons I learn on my mat become reminders for living. For awhile now I’ve been writing and sketching about them in my sketch/idea/inspiration book. As summer ended I finally worked up the courage to take those sketches beyond my trust-worthy book.
I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed the process. I’ve never thought of myself as artist in any way. My brother is the artist, not me. But somehow, when I had the paints and papers and brushes and other mediums surrounding me, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t in an art class where I had always been worried about getting a good grade with my less-than-stellar work. This was for me and I was able to experiment and learn and be happy–and be present.
It’s also taken me another burst of courage to share the pieces here. Any time we put anything out into the world that we have created and loved, its scary. It’s unknown. But as this turn of the Wheel draws toward an end and a new beginning, sharing felt right.
The last one is probably my favorite. I love balance poses, but I have also loved learning to play in them and to enjoy them and to be fine with falling. It’s been a hard lesson for me because I don’t play so much and feel such a stigma from my self-perceived failure in my “professional life.” Learning that falling does not mean failure, well, it’s still a work in progress. I must be patient. . . and present.