The other day I was working with a yoga teacher who focuses on breath – focuses on personal practice. I was a bit of an onlooker – but it was important for me to be thinking about this deep connection to the practice.
At the end, I asked him about Warrior. My knee has been tweaking in the pose, and I thought maybe it was just a little out of allignment.
I told him about my hip injury. I told him I couldn’t square or turn, still. For a year I couldn’t rotate at all.
He asked me what happened when I didn’t go as deeply into the pose. He didn't need to say what came next...
Your body is strong. And your body holds the memory of the pose. So you have to back off intentionally.
Of course. Sigh.
This morning I am wanting what was there before. There was a freedom. A comfort. A love -- I remember...
Impossible, of course. The memory of the pre-injury. All sorts of things break at once.
Instead of acknowledging the grief I would rather try to put myself back in the old position.