This morning I stepped onto my yoga mat and started my practice, as I inhaled and exhaled to reach my right leg back I felt this tingling, burning radiating sensation in my right foot and calf. I immediately started to adjust, engage abdominals, internal rotation, external rotation all kinds of different experimentation. The sensation increased, and so did my anger. I changed positions checking in, the sensations increased to the point that I couldn’t put weight on the foot, I couldn’t fully straighten the knee. My anger continued to build until that inner critic spoke up.
As I listened to my inner critic, and the emotions increased I paused. I started listing everything I was feeling out loud, anger, frustration, tightness, clenching, lack of support, overwhelmed, tired, worn, breathing in, breathing out, gripping, spasming, tears and as I sunk into child’s pose “humble.” From there my practice became another 10 minutes of crying and breathing in child’s pose feeling humbled. Feeling wonder and awe that my body does work, that it carries me in and out of patient rooms, that is enables me to squat down and talk to patients, that it talks to me and tells me to stop. Feeling humbled because it takes time to heal hurt, it takes time for the body to get rid of stress and pain.
I rose out of child’s pose, that sensation still in my right foot and got ready for my day. That was my practice, pausing, pausing to listen and acknowledge. It is at this point in writing that I want to stop, I believe this is a boring story, I think who cares and yet here I am writing about it, reflecting on it. Looking at what happened on my mat this morning and seeing all the other places where I don’t pause. What am I afraid of? What is it about pausing and slowing down that is so scary for me?
Question of the day: How did your morning start, do you see reflections of it throughout your day?