I’m failing at yoga.
I mean totally blowing it.
My warrior two looks like warrior one. And my warrior one looks like someone broke off the top a bowling trophy.
An Endless Path
The other day a classmate observed that the path of Yoga is endless. We are always working towards greater subtlety and clarity. When he said this, I felt a lump in my throat.
In Yoga school, I am a neophyte extraordinaire. I’ve only practiced with a well-trained teacher for a few months.
Before this, I did mostly guerilla Yoga. It was fun and loose, and my teacher had studied at Youtube academy. I loved Yoga, but I didn’t have a lengthy, formal education.
Most of my classmates have been practicing for years if not decades. I find their knowledge, skill, and flexibility to be humbling. I often feel like Bambi caught in a forest fire.
Still, Yoga’s not a competition right? Well I’m an American male so everything can be a competition. So there, I was in class thinking about how bad I was at this infinite art.
Then it struck me. There is another side to this coin. The side that sees my yoga as perfect.
There are two sides to every situation: the side that takes an ideal and compares us to it and the side that always sees wholeness. The first side we see all the time. The second side is hardly looked at.
No one can do my Yoga except for me. No one can face my body’s challenges except for me.
My whole life; karma, dharma, and everything else has brought me here.
Every step I make is a step on the path. I may stumble and fall, but I must walk.
There is no me some place else that’s doing it better. There is only the me that practices here and now. There is no moment other than this one and this moment is perfect.
Reflect on these three questions.
What if everything I do is perfect as it is?
What if everything everyone else does is perfect in this same way?
What if I could see this perfection in every moment?
How would it change my life and how I live?