I close my eyes and imagine myself as a seven year old girl, running barefoot through the backyard grass, my movement a joy. Pausing in the patch of dandelions, I stretch my hands up and over my head slowly reaching back, walking them down the air until I palm the dirt. I find myself in a backbend, today known to me as wheel pose, the world upside down. I breathe deeply then reach my right foot high, flipping myself over.
Things look different.
This season I am moving towards fearlessness and freedom, reaching for inversions in my yoga practice, yearning once again for those afternoons of flipping over freely. Summer has settled in my life, teaching both in the classroom and in the studio paused for a moment as I simply rest on my mat, honoring my own practice. There are many kinks to be worked out, many stuck places to move through, so telling of the places in my life that need work.
As I desire to get back to the root of my practice this season, I am reminded of how important it is to offer up grace. So often my practice manifests itself in my life.
Grace in my practice.
Grace in my everyday.
