Day 13 of 40 days of yoga.
A big, busy day of Christmas shopping with the Bear.
A one hour drive there, a one hour drive back.
The Bear is there semi-willingly (cash and support), but hates shopping of any description, especially that of the busy festive variety. He wants to be good tempered and enjoy the rare day out together with no kids, but can’t quite manage it (sigh).
We arrive back home at dinner time, I quickly feed the kids and head over to the yoga room, which the Bear tells me is sans goanna. It takes half an hour to repair my room after the goanna used my medicine wheel as a spring mat to get to the window sill, knocking over candles and scattering crystals everywhere.
I didn’t mind, it all needed re-doing and renewing anyway. While I was tidying, I was thinking to myself how before this 40 days of yoga started (only 2 weeks ago!), there is no way I would have even considered doing yoga (or anything for that matter) after a long, tiring day. I would have done what needed to be done and then flaked with a book or watched tv. After only 13 days, my mind doesn’t argue or offer alternatives, it just follows behind me, obediently, like a well trained dog. I wonder how long that will last for.
There were a couple of things that made me laugh today:
A conversation in the car: the Fairy Queen says Mum, you should teach yoga! (she is a born teacher and instructs everything, even the plants and the pool toys). Me: No, I don’t think so, I just like to do yoga, not to teach it. The Soccer Star pipes up: You couldn’t anyway, you’re not good enough at yoga! Me, eyebrows raised: that’s true; but also I don’t really like to teach people things, it kind of sucks the joy out of what I like doing if I have to teach other people how to do it (obviously I am not someone who is a born teacher).
Later, as I am walking over to do yoga, I have to walk past the Bear’s hangout (his shed), where Nirvana is being blasted at ear splitting levels. He is grinning and happy. Is that too loud for you? he asks, seeing me wince. A bit. I’m trying to wind down I say. So am I!!! he says, happily head banging away. So that is how a pitta type winds down 🙂
I could hear the kids and the Bear laughing in the back yard, playing cricket after dinner.
I put some music on:
…and settled into my practice.
Imagine our beautiful wave.
She now recognizes that she is water,
and knowing that she is water she is no longer afraid of
beginning, ending, coming up, going down.
She enjoys every moment.
She doesn’t have to go and look for water; she is water.
Our true nature is the nature of no birth and no death, no being and no non-being
~ Thich Nhat Hanh ♥