Practice was precluded a little while back, for the first time in eight years, two weeks of zero asana practice. Not by choice. Am fine now. But wasn't. I made the most of a dreary situation, and actually it was quite nice. Physical practice was out, but mental practice was abundant.. I let go. I read, drank tea, and for once just took it easy.
Back on form now, and just spent a while catching up on some blog reading, was thinking to let this blog go, but I feel that it keeps me in the cyber shala, even if no-one reads it that's fine. Was wondering why I do this, I don't have too much to say, and the more I practice the less and less I have to say. No that's not true, I have lots to say, just don't feel the need to share right now. Maybe selfish, lazy, not sure. Perhaps, and this is how it feels, I am in a time of, so to say, digestion, quiet time. I like it. But I like the cyber-shala too, so shall dip a toe in from time to time. Of all things in Yoga I do feel community of every kind is one of the most important things.
In fact a while back, a teacher I like very much said the ingredients we need for an effective yoga practice are:
1. Teacher
2. Community (Sangha - Spiritual Community)
3. Study and Effort
4. Time (I took this as in making time in the day, but apparently he meant accumulated time, either way)
Of course there is much more, but this simple little list helped me a lot. I used to feel a little envious of those who have a shala they can go to, a teacher in whose hands they can trust. I teach, and I sometimes wished I were in the students place instead. But I do feel, that because I teach, and because people come, we have a community, albeit small, that does help keep me going in my home practice. As time goes on, my desire to visit, and travel to see teachers becomes less and less. Knowing the really important work is always done alone, in the daily practice. I have met so many wonderful teachers who always show the way a little further. However, right now, I feel I am at a point where I need to walk alone for a little while. It's a nice place to be, and the shala-envy I once felt has gone.
These days, as it slowly gets colder and colder I find myself feeling very calm and content. Staying home, practicing yoga, reading, drinking tea, listening to music and sewing. Sewing, sewing, sewing, sewing. Just love every aspect of it, from choosing combinations of colours, to shopping for threads and zippers, learning how to do it better, all the preparation, cutting, ironing, finally to the meditative tat tat tat of the machine as the needle goes in and out. Solitude. My work takes me out, and in the midst of many people, it's the perfect balance. Sociable work, for a recluse.
