I was putting on a record the other day– yes, an LP. My mom and I got into a discussion about how she used to take care of her records… lots of work. Sometimes I can’t be bothered to make a playlist. I put 10,000 songs on random rather than take a minute. My day to day experience is so far from lovingly and painstakingly taking care of something in an elaborate ritual in order to listen to 20 minutes of music.
My life is so easy I get bored sometimes.
Except on my mat. I never get bored on my mat. One of the things that I love about yoga is the work. There is no hiding in my yoga practice, I sweat and I’m honest with myself. Part of my yoga is to really listen– both to what’s going on inside me and to the people I love and the people I meet in my day.
Yoga is work. It’s work to let go and it’s work to cultivate the habits of body and mind that will lead to freedom. It’s work to forgive the people that have wronged me and it’s work to forgive myself for all my shortcomings. Yoga is also work that matters. I do these things because it is the most important work that I can do.
My yoga practice is also the most rewarding thing in my life.
So maybe I need to work harder in the rest of my life. Work hard like I do on my mat– spend more time out of my comfort zone.