Thursday, September 10, 2020 (Part I),
So I wake up.....I go through my morning routine.....and, at a pre-determined time, I come to my yoga mat. Why?....what's the point?.....
I want to try and break the illusion that someone with a dedicated practice wakes up to singing bird, and gong chants, and green tea, and an all around Disney-ish feel to life with Bambi and Snow White. As a flawed, and imperfect practitioner, I would say that some days do feel like that, other days feel nothing like that, and other days, right in the middle. There's nothing "mystical", "magical", or incomprehensible about yoga, and the practice of yoga. It doesn't guard your mind, heart, body, soul against the world. However, when the world comes for you (with both guns blazing in the form of something ghastly and horrible from the entertainment industry/news), the discipline of yoga does provide you with clarity on how you could, and should react to the world and its sickness. On this plain, mundane, and ordinary Thursday morning, I can say that the clarity on the world that a practice provides is one of the points to yoga.
Like anything, when you "don't feel like it", a strong, and determined push to complete the task at hand, will make you feel proud, accomplished, when you've finished your task. I don't feel like it this morning (in case you can't tell), but I'm on my mat, and ready to begin....
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