Life happens

This period of time that encompasses yoga training certainly has not been what I expected.  I have become transformed from a person that could usually make a yoga class each day to someone who hasn’t practiced either at home or in class ( except for training) in two weeks.

Life happens, I’ve discovered yoga might actually need to take second position.  In a chapter about family life in The Tree of Yoga B.K. S. Iyengar states,
“That is what yoga teaches: first know your limitations, then to build from them.  Then even if you have ten or fifteen children, this need not be an obstacle to your spiritual development.”

Somehow I can’t imagine Mr. Iyengar ever had primary responsibility for his six children.  I have had two grandchildren (age two and seven) with me for most of the last two weeks.  I quickly identified my limitations:  need for sleep, desire for quiet and being twice as old as I was when I raised my own children.  The day typically began with two pairs of beautiful eyes gazing into mine as I awoke; it ended by my crawling into bed shortly after the older boy crawled into his own.  On a lucky night I might read 10-15 pages of a yoga book.

Asanas have just come to a screeching halt.  I thought about doing some kid yoga but didn’t have the guts to be put in competition with the Disney Channel internet games. The children left me this morning so that excuse is no longer valid.  I have house guests over the weekend but don’t feel quite so honest in using them as my limitation.

I do have visions of starting a home practice but am daunted by the suggestion that I practice regularly at the same time each day.  Ah, to be a morning person rather than a reluctant riser.  I know people who have made this change but don’t envision it in my own life.  Onward….