Thoughts: what’s the point of a yoga practice if it doesn’t help you be less of a brat? ↠ There was a point yesterday when I didn’t think I was going to make to a yoga class, and I was being a brat about it. I really wanted to take a class in London because I like to practice with new teachers and see what I can bring back with me. But when it didn’t look the class was going to happen, the yoga was still happening. I was pouting, but my higher mind kept asking me, “Dude. What are you doing? What’s the point of being a yogi if you can’t handle a bump in the road? Don’t you practice so you can be okay no matter what?” Eventually, my human mind begrudgingly agreed. Yoga. .
After I let it go, I found a way to make the class happen after all. Of course, that’s always how it works. I got to take my own little adventure through the city of London, riding the underground to Soho by myself and pretending I was a fabulous local. And class was good. It was a vinyasa flow in a heated room, which is something I’ve never done before. It wasn’t 100% my vibe, but that’s good. The Path doesn’t always have to be mind-blowing. Sometimes good is good, and sometimes we have to step out of what’s familiar to remember why we do what we love. It was my first class in 10 days, something my body desperately needed, and the heat actually helped to crack open some sore body parts. It was what I needed in the moment, the lesson beforehand and the class. It was practice. I hope you practice. . .
Repping for #ATLPride from across the sea with all these colors behind me, because all love is love and, in the words of the great @colleenpose, “I like butts of all genders.”