Yoga begins:
my yoga begins straight from bed, perhaps earlier still on first waking and an acknowledgement of being alive and grateful for another morning. After this I am almost immediately in asana, sukhasana, easy pose, and this is my seat for meditation. It's all yoga after this, a foundation of practice of all eight limbs, nothing overt, just a quiet life devoted to a path I love.
that's the beautiful thing of practice, no one has to know that I'm a yogi, and yet everyone I meet is vital to my path. Yoga begins with the Yamas, the ethical restraints that allow us to express ourselves through the full potential of being human, peaceful, honest, and content. These are the things that I keep returning to, a true practice of mistakes and self-correction, never being concerned with how often it seems I fail, as there is no measure to the path I'm on, there's no journey, nor final destination.
each step is the immediacy of my arrival.
yoga begins exactly where I am.
always.
for me, it's a joyful path, I'm not striving for anything beyond my practice, it's all just enough for me right now, a true fulfillment without purpose outside my own commitment. It's a quiet life of practice, one that doesn't demand my adherence, nor punishes if I stray, but is always its own reward, a spontaneous sense of joy and curiosity arising through my day. What this all amounts to is a life of simplicity and ease, practicing yoga for its own sake, no need for anything more.
my yoga really has no true beginning.
it's starts exactly where I am.
always.
~
Peace, Eric
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