"I exist in perpetual creative response to whatever is present." Martha Beck
In yoga today, I was watching how I felt in each posture, where my attention was or my attitude, was I accepting or enduring or somewhere in the future.
Today I wasn’t fighting Bikram and the length of time he wanted me to stay with the posture, nor was I expecting me to do beyond what I did.
If I went in very mindful and controlled and had a good breathing sequence going, I was amazed at how much more I could do.
In fact I did so well on the Balancing Stick, I was eager to tell you all, but the next two were horrible, for I was ahead of the pose, expecting a perfect one before I even began, based on the prior one.
Well, the prior one was gone, it was a whole new game, and I didn’t focus, breathe or concentrate. I wasn’t in that pose, I fell out and had to chuckle at the difference between the two.
I caught the feeling of how quickly moments go by, how we have to grab and drink of each one, and not worry about the flavor of the next, or indulge to long in a past one. We have this moment, right here.
Right here, right now, we begin again.
