Breathe in. Breathe out.
Remember, your breath. Don’t lose it in the movement. Your breath is your center, your stability.
Sixty minutes of stretching, holding, and balancing, or shall I say, an attempt at such, constituted my first Yoga session. Skeptical and inexperienced, I entered the room at the invite of a friend and the chance to try something new.
New.
New seasons. New Life. Spring is upon us. Trees, wind, and sun, bringing forth… new.
But what if I don’t want new? The winter has been long, but it is at least familiar. Cold and dark, it has become home. To give up the familiar for the unknown, now that sounds dangerous. No, I’d rather it just stay winter.
stop for love, but it does not stop for
death and grief,
either.”
– Wendell Berry
Time is stable, in instability secure. Its movements are ungraspable, but rather grasping. The rhythm marches on, the seasons with them for Spring will not be held back. She is far too grand to be ignored. She will not be given up for a moment of the familiar. We need her. We need to remember that the movement can be trusted, that something has us in grip.
It may seem chaotic. It’s ok.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Still Wandering,
Tony