Showing up with what you have
and doing what you are capable of is all you can do.
It's what I expect of myself each time I attend a yoga class.
I start by showing up.
Sometimes this is the hardest part of all.
Various reasons rear their heads for not showing up.
It's too late.
But when I get the showing up part taken care of,
the rest of it takes care of itself.
When I've been absent for a while
as I often am,
most often in the Winter
When I have a tendency to succumb to the blues,
I congratulate myself for doing it.
I start there.
But before that,
in order to even get that far,
I have to urge myself the night before
to get out my clothes and set them out.
I feel that gets me one step closer.
One step closer to putting them on in the morning
After prying myself out of bed.
Prying my stiff self out of Bed.
47 is too young to feel so stiff, so sore.
But when the day comes
That I pry myself from the bed
and put on the clothes I set aside
I'm one step closer to showing up.
I tell myself it doesn't matter which class it is,
I'm going anyway.
Even if it's a "level 3".
Not because I'm tough
because I am to be the yogi that is in me
whatever class I go to
Wherever I am.
But if I've committed myself to showing up
I show up, nonetheless.
The Spirit of Yoga within me
is the same whether its been
3 days or 3 weeks or three months.
I do what I can do with the outer umph I have that day.
But The way, the Spirit of Yoga
is expressed through me
is the divine reminding me
It's all OK.
I belong wherever I am
I do what I can.
I practice with the same heart I have when I am feeling well
With the same heart I have when I am feeling sad
The same heart I have when I am strong.
I am strong.
I am here.
I showed up.