I was feeling a lot of grief tonight as I started my yoga practice. For the purposes of this writing, the reasons for that grief don't matter. All that matters is that the grief was with me, and I was looking to my yoga practice as a way of nurturing myself, and perhaps easing some of that grief.
Troubled waters are a strange thing.
They aren't very pleasant to be in, but a lot of the most rewarding learning experiences can only be found on that rock that's stuck out in the middle of that turbulent river. It would be nice if we could just fly out to the rock like my namesake, the seaeagle, but we humans are destined to get ourselves wet struggling through through the rapids to make it to that rock in the middle. So it was with my practice tonight. I found myself in the middle of that river earlier today, vaguely aware of only some of the things that had led to the capsizing of my raft. I turned to my yoga practice as I have done in the past, hoping it would help me find a rock that I wasn't even sure was there, but at the same time not really believing that I'd find a rock.