Trusting in My Yoga

Trusting in my yoga:

so for the longest time the most difficult yoga posture for me was halasana, plough pose, an asana that requires the yogi to gently bring their legs behind head, feet touching floor, while lying on their backs. It's not a complicated posture, a few nuances to master, but fairly straight forward in it's practice. And yet for me it was difficult, my feet simply could not find the floor no matter the effort I put forth. This wasn't due to lack of flexibility, nor any muscle imbalance. I've practiced yoga for decades, all through my life really, and although I'm not a master of advanced postures, I do have a steady, daily practice that has served me quite well. 

the problem, as I discovered, 

was trust. 

my faith was completely in the gravity of the moment, even moving quite slowly I was subconsciously afraid that the weight of my legs would continue in their momentum and carry me all the way backwards, placing undue pressure on my neck. And in fact, on more than one occasion, this actually occurred, only furthering my fear. So I would find myself a few precious inches away from completely finishing the pose, even with firm guidance from better yogi's than myself I was unable to close that gap. 

fear, of course, is a powerful thing.

and it keeps us from trusting in the grace found every moment. 

one day, and not so long ago, my feet still a few precious inches above the floor, a customary position for my halfhearted effort - my feet touched the floor. Just like that. Simple. There was no rush of joy, no elation, or even satisfaction. It felt normal, natural, as if fear just didn't belong there any longer. Here's the thing though, early morning practice, hours away from sunrise and my house is still, quite, my feet hovering above the floor - and a soft whisper arrived urging me to trust. I knew the floor was there readying to greet me, not a shred of doubt present. 

I knew I was supported.

and I was.

this is an easy asana for me now, a continuation from shoulder stand to plough in a complete and lovely display of trust, and grace.. There is no fear. The floor is always present and willing to meet me in the trust of my surrender. I just wasn't ready to let go. Until I was. And now my practice is completely different, a beautiful flow of faith and ease. 

it's early morning now, hours away from sunrise, my house very still, quiet...

a soft whisper arriving, 

trust.

and I find myself smiling, ready for the day. 

all of life is yoga.

~

I love you, Eric

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I Need Do Nothing

I need do nothing:  

more so than ever now it seems that I'm confronted with not knowing anything aside from the immediacy of each present moment, and even this remains a mystery as to exactly why and how life is happening exactly in this way. At the very same time I feel comforted, even guided, in my path ahead. All I'm asked to to do is to surrender all notion of being asked to do anything - I'm alive, gifted with breath and a little willingness to trust that love will light my way. 

I need do nothing, 

and yet everything, somehow, gets taken care of.

such is the way of love.

~

I love you, Eric 

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Patience, surrender, trust: 

there are infinite things to write of, from subjects of fascination to the mundane of simple pleasures - my mind awaits for each arrival. Whatever the morning brings me, that alone holds my inspiration and I'm happy to surrender to the process of my writing. It's much easier to rely on this delivery than to search out a subject each morning, a stressful task of feeding my self-importance as a writer, believing that everything most a deep meaning that only I can possibly reveal. 

whatever arrives to me,

I write.

it's really that easy now.

usually it's the first few words, or a phrase that drifts in from wherever they happened to be before. It doesn't take much, and so often I'm without a clue as to how I'll proceed from here. But the nature of surrender is trust, to have faith that if words arrive others will soon follow and a theme will then make itself known to me. That's my only process as a writer, patience, surrender, and trust. Adding to this is to enjoy my early morning coffee, being the present moment reward to my patience, a ritual of warmth and sips that seems to invoke the presence of inspiration.

this process works for me.

and these are the words that arrived to me this morning.

as I patiently sipped my coffee.

surrendering. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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