Sunday, June 17, 2012
Yesterday I went to practice yoga. I am recovering from a type of mishap, so I am still working to be mindful of what works and doesn't. I did my own practice, while receiving some guidance from the teacher present. After I finished, I was supposed to sub teach for a colleague - but no one arrived. Still I stayed. Just as I was thinking of leaving, someone came to the studio with whom I usually practice. Things had been pretty rough for my practice partner (the night before). When that person decided the extent of the practice, reduced from our usual routine, I eagerly agreed to do that abbreviated practice. At the end of this second practice for me, we agreed that practicing together is more satisfying than a solo practice. Even though there is no talking, the co-ordination of breath is an exercise of synchronicity. Breath guides but does not control. We know one another's practice, we share the common elements of the framework, adjusting for what our bodies are capable of, for what we can handle at that moment.