Yes, you read it right. My writer’s block has coincided with my inconsistent yoga practice. No, yoga is not about just going to classes. It’s about regular practice. BUT the rhythm of my week flows with my yoga class schedule and my energy is fed by the looking forward to going, joining, laughing, learning, and finally, the occasional coffee/tea session afterwards. Perhaps I have time to go to the barn and ride afterward.
Rhythm, pattern, balance. It’s all a physical, spiritual, psychological, and emotional ebb and flow. When one catalyst for joy is removed, the others may or may not falter. My mojo faltered when my schedule changed just briefly. No excuses, just observation. The world does change around us. Nothing should really be static anyway, but when joyfulness and lightness have such wonderful roots, I just don’t like pulling them up. I just don’t practice my mindful yoga well at first in the face of change.
The swing of things is becoming familiar again and the roots were really just neglected, not destroyed of course. Everything was waiting for me. There is always space for me in class. The horses are happy to be out in the field longer. I was able to remember why I appreciate the life I live by having to miss its best moments for awhile. I was able to miss blogging! It was never a burden, but the content needs to come from a real message waiting to be shared, not just a schedule so I don’t lose followers.
Stepping away is not removal if you don’t want it to be. It is allowing yourself the changes that feed your senses and emotions. If the change is uncomfortable, work on planting new seeds and growing in another direction. If it is just unfamiliar, embrace the unknown and learn from it. There is always a place for you upon return or a new path to follow when you arrive.