I’m still on my 60 Day Challenge, but I had a little time off. I took a total of 3 days off (two in a row, back on for one, then one more off) over this past week. I did a double today to start trying to catch back up. I’m not terribly worried about it, as I’ve got plenty of time to complete. I’ve done 21 classes now in 23 days.
I just wasn’t quite up for the effort of taking my yoga seriously this past week. I was crying a lot, and chanting a lot, crying a bit more, then meditating a bit more. I came to some interesting (to me) realizations about myself, as is usually the case when these episodes happen. Every spiritual crisis leads to further understanding about one’s self, as well as one’s Self. But I just couldn’t quite bring myself to commit myself fully to the physical practice of yoga.
And, not at all ironically, once I’d reached a realization or two, miraculously my yoga practice was back on track today. Last week, I felt like I was working backwards, losing strength & flexibility that had taken months to gain, and experiencing pain in nearly every part of my body. By yesterday, most of my physical aches were gone (except for the hips, which are sore sore sore, not unexpectedly, from their slow but steady realignment, and as uncomfortable as it is, I know it’s a Good Thing – and the shoulders, which are the very TIGHT bane of my yogic existence, and which hopefully one day will actually release). But all the other pain, head to toe, in nearly every joint, had cleared.
Yes, we do store emotions in our bodies, don’t we?
