Today my daughter woke up at 5:50am, underslept and overgrumpy. Schlepping our way through our usual morning routine my first glimpse outside revealed a gray, drizzling day. I know. It’s good for the farmers. But I still felt a little oppressed by the weight of the clouds and had a hard time lifting my spirits to meet the day. That is, until the duck costume came out. My daughter has a duck costume – which she regularly calls a chicken – that has a hat, webbed feet and a large puff for a butt that wiggles when she walks. In all seriousness she struts around the house going on with.
Warrior III. I watch my mind resist, and my body tense. I have struggled with this posture for a long time because my hips are very flexible but lack stability and it makes this pose very hard. But it also makes it very necessary to bring a balance of tone and openness to this region. I enter the pose and automatically feel compensations arise: tense jaw, thwarted breath, locked standing knee and unsquare pelvis. Emotions arise: irritation, resistance, confusion. My mind begins to judge: How long have you been working on this? Why isn’t this getting easier? What’s wrong here?I see my physical, mental and emotional patterns play themselves out in the container of.