Cold bunk beds. Morning wedding. What to do when Seventh Series demands your practice time?
I tend to be an all or nothing kind of lady. Sometimes that’s good. When I started Ashtanga, I told myself I would show up everyday to give it an honest shot. It’s also not useful. When practice is cut short due to 7th series (family time) or an injury, I can dwell on all that I was unable to do. Attached to my practice and a mourning of its shortcomings. Will all the poses I wasn’t able to do go away? All this does is rob joy from my practice. It cheapens it to a militaristic exercise game. Quantity over quality.
This past extended weekend I was gone for a family wedding in Hill Country Texas. No service, shared bunk-beds, cold nights, & the early morning wedding and brunch made little to no time for practice. I found myself coming home beating myself up for not getting more practice time in. Noticeable stiffness and lots of party food to boot.
Part of me doesn’t want to practice because I don’t want to see how much I can’t do. At least if I do way less, I won’t have to see what I’m missing. All or nothing.
I asked myself what the alternative was? Wake everyone up in our shared room to practice on the creaky floor in the cold? Expend all my energy so I couldn’t fully participate on the dance floor? None of these options were nourishing to me or loving of my family and their time.
Sometimes being a present participant is all I can ask for and expect of myself. It’s useless to beat myself up.
How many postures does it take to learn the same lesson? That it isn’t about how much but for how long you can pay attention. Some days it’s longer than others. Can I find Samasthiti and breath there? A small focused moment in time is everything.