My yoga practice is much like my faith practice. There are days that I can flow through with grace and ease. The path seems lit with promise and I know the way. Movement through breath and asana (poses) is a lovely dance that stirs up joy. Then there are days that are hazy, what seemed clear yesterday is distant across the far horizon of a day. I stand at the edge and choose to wait and see.
I step to my mat, thankful to God for the day and my breath. Practice becomes waiting. No flowing here with ease but holding on to each movement as the breath moves me deeper. As each movement of body, stretch with breath, release begins. The haze begins to clear and as muscle and bone remember how far they can stretch so too my heart and mind recall that the promise of yesterday is still the promise of today and tomorrow. Looking at the horizon while grounded on this far shore becomes an act of faith. What will happen there is unknown to me but known by the One who is my guide, who goes behind and before me.
Here I wait, not frozen but flowing I dip my toes into the day and wade into the promises of Love. May your day be blessed as you wait.