"There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again."
I did a headstand on Tuesday.
I did one again yesterday.
In the yoga world, this isn't earth shattering news, but it's sort of a big deal for me.
I had politely avoided headstands for the last year or so after experiencing some neck/shoulder pain after one particularly lengthy sirsasana. I swore them off completely and began telling myself stories about why I wasn't doing them. I told myself I had cervical spine issues. I told myself that I was in a 42 year old body that couldn't do the things it used to. I told myself that it was okay that I was losing strength and flexibility because I was gaining more understanding of the other limbs of yoga. I told myself all these things over and over again until I began to believe them as fact. But none of it is true.
What stories do you tell yourself?
Are they truth?
My practice (like everyone's) goes through cycles and after a year of gentler and more contemplative practices, I'm ready to dive back in to a stronger physical practice. Back to my early yoga days, almost 14 years ago, when I didn't know yoga as anything else than a physical practice. Knowing now that it's so much more, I kneel and kiss the ground in gratitude that it has brought me back home again.