I haven’t been very inspired this
week, kind of struggling emotionally. I know this is normal, given all of the
challenges and uncertainties of COVID-19. I haven’t been writing or looking for
oracles and I turned instead to ice cream and brownies for solace. After the
third night of that plan not really working (I did have sense enough to only by
a pint of vanilla bean), I sat myself down and journaled. That was much more
productive and encouraged me to hit the reset button.
The following morning, I pushed
my dining room table out of the way and set the timer for 30 minutes of yoga. While
I have really missed the two classes I take each week, I have found that doing
yoga on my own versus following a leader is much more grounding for me. Makes
sense, as I am self-directing, and I am making the choice of poses. It is quiet,
there is no one is talking, no music and my condo has a lot of natural light
coming through all of my windows and French door. My body is an anchor to the
moment because it cannot be in the past or the future, it can only be right
here, right now.
My Wednesday morning yoga
instructor often makes reference to using your drishti. What he is referring to is the practice of finding a stationary
point in front of you and keeping your gaze engaged on that one spot to make
balancing easier. As I was going from a tree pose into dancer, my eye landed on
a nail the former tenant left on the wall that I had overlooked. I heard myself
say, “You nailed it” and had to smile at the peaceful shift I was feeling.
“Nailing it” also solved one of
the things nagging me, which was what to post when feeling out of sorts. Thanks
Universe for a little something-something to blog about.
NN