For the longest time I have been searching for the right way to parent. In regard to any issue – whether that’s nutrition, potty training or cultivating pro-social behaviors. I often feel anxious about finding the “right” course of action and being consistent with it. I’m learning that this is a bit of a farce. To assume that such clarity is possible is to try to place the enormous, dynamic movement of life into a box the size of my hand. Every day I am different, my daughter is different, the influences of the world and universe around us are changing. The question is not “can I find the ‘key’.
Last weekend I went to a yoga class in Edmonton with a lovely yoga friend. I knew going in that this studio was known for its physically challenging, vinyasa flow style. Eternally – and obviously morbidly – curious I decided to explore the class despite it being significantly different than my usual style of yoga. I spread my mat out near a window overlooking a construction site that was surrounded by various tributaries of traffic and pedestrians. The room was already hot from the sweaty class before ours and I thought opening the window may offer some much needed respite in the coming hour – I was right. The studio was a spa-like masterpiece draped in all the most.