Every few months or so I feel like I hit a transformation moment in my yoga practice, like hitting a little aha moment that seems to change not only that 75 mins I spend on the mat but the other 1,365 mins in the day too (4th grade math don’t fail me now). It’s like reading an amazing book, one that changes how you think or feel – it impacts you so strongly that you need to tell your friends, your mother and maybe even the person waiting in line behind you. It’s amazing and totally crazy to think back on the pile of realizations that I have come to within the time I have been a full on yogi (I like yogi better then yogini, so sue me) about myself, my body and my surroundings.
The in-betweens, have got me completely and totally enamored. Those transitions between poses, have grown to feel almost like a whole other group of poses on their own. The moments between, I previously might have let my mind travel off or let my body rush through to get to the next pose – they have become these lovely slow motion, mind and breathe relaxing (sigh) moments that are equally as strong as the poses themselves. This enamored obsession has translated in between yoga and into my everyday life.
Being conscious of the in-betweens; the time between two tasks, travel time between places, the movement and thought process during a down moment – have reminded me (to try) not to rush even the tiniest things. This is hard task for someone who is naturally in a rush to get everywhere and anywhere, which is one of the (many) reasons that yoga has made such a giant impact on me. I’ve been trying to remind myself that there is no rush (just like in my practice), the transition moments that feel like they are between two important things deserve as much attention and care as the destinations themselves. Every moment, pose, and task are individual, but they are not separate – together they make my day, my practice, my life. If I rush this moment to get to the next, I will miss so many significant moments (that previously, seemed like insignificant in between moments) in the short days and long years that make up my lovely life.
“In the end it is not the years in a life, but the life in the years.” Abraham Lincoln
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