Practicing feels like a rollercoaster ride at the moment. One minute it’s all hand waving and goofy grins, shrieking with excitement. The next my stomach drops out and I’m white-knuckling in fear, barely able to breathe.
And then up and down again. Each practice unpredictably a peak or a trough.
Because despite this disorientating unpredictability I keep queuing up for another ride on my mat. Somehow the mat is a safe enough place, somehow the practice supports me as much as it unbalances me.
I wonder if this is normal? But it is how it is right now. And I’m glad to find the courage and feel the support to come back again and again. I see more clearly now, and I feel more acutely. It’s not easy but it’s real. And all things change in time.
I am an explorer.
Om shanti ॐ शान्तिः