Some days, my yoga practice comes so natural. I move through vinyasas with ease, I love feeling the sweat roll down my face and back, my breathing is on point, and my mind is focused. Other days, my yoga practice just plain sucks. Today was one of those days. I’ve been nursing a painful left rotator cuff since last week and today was the worst of it. My chaturangas hurt so bad, it was so ridiculous. My mind was wandering. My breath was off. I kept looking at my phone, wanting time to just hurry up. It was bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. At the end of my practice, I was so angry with myself and my body.
But, then I realized that that is part of the beauty of yoga. It shows us where all of our imbalances are. Our imbalances in our life may show up as an imbalance in our body in the form of an injury or shortened breath. Yoga teaches us to work through all the junk, all the clutter, and get to the core of our being. The core of our True Self.
So, in the end, I know that good practice, bad practice, yoga is the greatest teacher I have ever known, and I learn something new about myself every single day that I step onto my yoga mat. It really is a beautiful thing.
Namaste.
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