Spring into love with yoga

I am more in love today with my yoga practice than I ever have been.  As for one who is prone to human failings and lack of discipline, I have deep gratitude for things (can we call yoga a "thing"?) that can gently and firmly keep me aligned with truth. 

Is there not something in the corner of your mind that strays you from your truth?  And do you not absolutely love who, or what, can hold you truthfully to your moral compass, your priorities, and your goals with authenticity?  I do.  It holds me accountable.  It holds me to my truth.  It holds me to my higher purpose which is essential for my soul's growth.

This is my yoga practice. Although the rough times and the easier times come at me equally, the practice of coming to the mat (or the cushion, for meditators) during the easier times makes the harder times a little easier to get through.  Over time, the perception of "difficult" and "easy" starts to blur.  And when that happens, it is much easier to find joy in even the most mundane of activities!  (Imagine feeling joy much of the day, even as you go about your daily chores!!)

In the beginning, the hardest thing to do was developing the discipline to roll out the mat.  Once I got on it, however, my body just knew what to do.  I had to schedule yoga time-- whether I thought I needed it or not-- because I knew the routine would benefit my scattered mind.  Later on, my body would tell me to do yoga and I created a special space in my home to do it. 

Over the years, I have developed a relationship with yoga like a good marriage.  It takes work.  It takes discipline.  But it always feels like love.   Sometimes, tough love, and I need that.