Recent events caused me to reevaluate and rekindle my relationship with yoga, a relationship that began a few years ago. I started practicing yoga after my daughter Kia was born. For about a decade I was pretty consistent with my yoga, but after I got serious about running my yoga took a back seat. Instead of making yoga a part of my regular routine it turned into something I did occasionally and for maintenance.
After I re-started yoga I realized I plateaued. I was doing the same poses over and over again. It was time to try some new stuff, time to introduce some new poses in my practice.
My initial goal was to work on balance poses but something got in my head and I decided I wanted to try a headstand. When it turned out to not be quite as hard as I thought I was motivated to try something new, bakasana. This is a scary pose to get into because of the fear of smashing your face. My first few attempts my knees would slide off my arms. But the other day- success.
It was a brief moment of both physical and spiritual growth. After I held bakasana I was so excited I lost focus on everything else I was doing. As much as I should have stayed focus it felt right to celebrate and enjoy my accomplishment. Maybe it felt right because we don’t always stop to celebrate the good things in our life.