The dance of yoga is, we show up and see what body we have today.
Trusting that our body is not who we are, it’s just what we are currently experiencing.
Consider my last seven classes.
Monday my neck was stiff from sleeping all weekend.
Tuesday my whole body was dehydrated from the stupid summer heat.
Wednesday my legs felt like powerful tree trunks rooting themselves in the earth.
Thursday my left contact came out during camel pose.
Friday my farts were out of control from eating all that fat free popcorn at work.
Saturday my sweat angel looked like an oversized bowtie.
Sunday my final savasana made me feel like an ice cube blissfully melting into the floor.
It’s like my teacher says, every day your body is different. The yoga doesn’t change, you do. That’s why you never know what you’re working with until you show up and confront your truth in the mirror.
And so, our job is to respect our bodies, not fight them. To turn to ourselves with a compassionate heart, not a cruel eye.
As opposed to the old workaholic approach, which is to just wait around until our body gives out and forces us to rest and take care of it. That’s what got me hospitalized three times in one year.
How often have you ignored or denied your body’s responses and pleas?
Scott Ginsberg is a writer, daily practitioner and work study volunteer at Bikram Yoga Park Slope.