The last two months have been very busy.
Planning, helping and speaking at three events
in three different countries has left me exhilarated
a wee bit exhausted.
So this week I returned grateful to my mat.
There is something so calming for me in yoga
it does not see to matter how long a hiatus from my practice might be.
The second I walk in, it feels like home.
Can you relate?
But I have a confession.
While I love my studio, the teachers and yoga in general,
there are certain yoga poses I do not love.
I might even say hate but let’s go with “really, really resist doing”
One of those is camel pose.
The last time I tried this pose was for a photo shoot for my studio.
And while the photo turned out beautiful
the leaves cover up my total anxiety from being in it.
I was always terrified to get into this deep heart opener.
Convinced it was too advanced for me
or that I would pass out from the dizziness I experienced
each time I even tried to arch back even a little.
So naturally I avoided it and dove into child’s pose anytime
a teacher had the big idea we should do camel during class.
But yesterday something happened.
I just decided to approach camel with curiosity.
I went into it really, really slow…
trusting each step of the instructions
and gently eased myself into it
planning my escape the whole time the second I felt woozy.
But woozy nor dizzy came.
And in this tiny pocket of trust
I surrendered to the pose.
In this tiny moment of doing something
I was utterly convinced I could not do
I wondered how many times I stop
just before my own breakthrough?
Maybe a leap of faith doesn’t always have to be adrenaline filled.
What if my (and your!) next breakthrough can happen by going slow,
waiting just a little longer before quitting,
and trusting you can go farther than you think?
Thank you camel for reminding me of what is possible
on and off the mat.