one thin and another has conspired against practice for some months to the extent I almost think that any credibility I had at calling myself a yoga student had left me.
Then in the last few weeks my mania for doing seems to have got out of hand and the anxiety has returned with avengence, and I have remembered that was why the yoga began the lack of sleep at night the waking each hour from 2.30am onwards.
So slowly I am trying to move back to a position of daily unquestioned practice that truely I can’t say i’ve been in for the last three years. Although given the events of my life over that time I can totally accept the reasons why.
This month I am trying to get a regular practice of both Ashtanga (minimum 5 A’s 3B’s and finishing, six days a week except moon and ladies) and a daily loving kindness practice of five minutes a day.
I am reading and re-reading Loving Kindness
I have this great sense of opportunity at the moment that I don’t know quite who I am but that my purpose is closer, I had this great discussion with my father about nodal points in life and how crisis in life can put you in them and suddenly things can look different and choices can be made. I feel at this point at the moment.
Funny how things are of import, I met a friend who meditates a lot a few weeks ago and realized that I had got so caught up in striving at work as I felt insecure that I was missing that path and I knew that I had to pass further along it. I bought a pendent from her an aum, and somehow it is my talisman of this at the moment.
I really feel that I need to escape the feelings of scarcity that I had been caught in as these are not helpful in the way of doing things and almost create the lack of abundance themselves, humm easier said than done i feel, but the commitment to the daily practices feels like a start.
