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This is how long it has been since I last blogged. I no longer feel like I have to explain my absences, which is a good thing, I think.
I might write.
I might not.
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During this writing rest I have started yoga teacher training. I am super excited. It’s something I have thought about doing for while but needed encouragement and cues from people I am close to get me going. I’ve already had many ass-kicking, humbling moments, but I have all this crazy, new stuff to analyze and reflect on, and omg I had my first deep meditation experience and it was awesome.
In class we often reference the midline, or the madhya. The midline part is not new to me, as the awesome instructors I have practiced with have all made reference to this. I have always thought of the midline as something physical- a term used to represent hugging in, using the core. I try to apply this in my asana practice, which has helped make certain yoga poses more attainable (and awakened my tired abdominals). After delving a little further, I can see how it represents something more.
My heart lies in the midline.
My heart… my intention.
Intention is something we also talk about in asana practice, but I think where is really applies is in day to day life.
Life throws lots of great stuff my way. And some crappy stuff, too. Stuff that brings out sadness, defensiveness, frustration, anger. All feelings that are real and part of real living, but what I do with them matters. Often what I do with them doesn’t reflect my intention. I stray from the midline.
Just like in a physical practice, where I approach a challenging pose slowly, from my midline, this is something I can practice off the mat. I’m not going to me hard on myself about it, but it’s something I’d like to work on.
Like my teacher once said in class, “You have all of this energy, now, what are you going to do with it?”