It has been a windy week in Wellington. The sun has peaked out occasionally but a great deal of drizzle. I happen to love weather like this, after five years of sunshine in Los Angeles I am reveling in big comfy coffee shop chairs and sipping in the goodness.
I just finished reading “After the Ecstacy, the Laundry” by the wonderful Jack Kornfield. It is a book I have always wanted to read and I just happened to come across it in a yoga studio in town with an immense lending library, a practice I think should be inclusive at every yoga studio.
Jack talks a great deal about how any spiritual practice can be enlightening without being dramatic. While practice (yoga, meditation, etc) may bring life altering realizations and give us a profound connection to those around us and the world itself it doesn’t have to be an earth shattering change. Our spiritual practice can, and many times does, offer a gradual shift that leads us to being more awake and aware of our lives as they are.
Practice has been quiet this week. I’ve had time to enjoy each pose and listen to the soft sound of my breath moving in and out, like the waves of the ocean that I am currently surrounded by. Wellington gets pretty quiet and empty over the holidays, the yoga studios close down for a few weeks and everyone takes time off work to be with friends and family. I may get one more studio class in before Christmas but for now I am practicing on my own and loving how much this practice feels like a regular part of my day. It is no longer as much of a struggle to get to my mat and begin my sequence.
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