I begin in darkness each and every time I step onto my yoga mat. I close my eyes and surrender to my breath and set a mindful intention to enter into the flow of my practice. I know that there is a light that I can ignite inside of me through my asana practice that will carry through and express out of me in my life off the mat. And I love living this way, so I practice.
And I think a lot about the significance of that verb. To practice implies repetition and dedication and consistency and, most importantly a fierce fierce heart. I will never be finished. I am always undone and done up again; caught up in an everlasting vortex that transcends the body and mind and resembles something close to infinite spirit. And I am grateful to be able to be this way, at peace yet lit up and excited. All because I practice.
I practice to practice. Kind of like breathing to be breathed. And with practice comes light and light leads to love. I have everything that I need: My mantra!
And it’s really really awesome.
So, I’m just going to keep up the practice.
Big Fat Juicy Namaste tonight.