We have family visiting which is a joy. We’re scattered quite widely across the globe so times together are precious. We’re all anglophone but of different flavours and I love how this reveals so many differences in understanding beneath a common language and similar enough cultures. For example a really fun dinner time conversation last night teaching the little nephew what ‘slang’ means by examples we all came up, illustrating some interesting idioms or surprisingly different meanings for common words or product brands between our different versions of English.
We’ve also done some family-friendly activities which aren’t how I usually fill my leisure time and it’s nice to see my home patch through different eyes. We cruised about on the river during the day and did a spooky ghost walk in the evening, double decker buses proved a fascinating novelty for the youngest and British architecture is interesting and British manners endlessly amusing to the adults!
But around the entertainments I’m not used to sharing my modest living space and all the trivial compromises and mutual understanding that entails. Plus juggling hospitality around a working week and a slightly heavier than usual teaching commitment… I’m tired and snatching a nap where I can to keep myself well enough rested for all these responsibilities.
Plus I’d like some practice time for myself!
With time and space at a premium I slide some stretching time in as best I can to keep my body feeling reasonably happy (Hubby found my combined risotto stirring and hamstring stretching last night particularly noteworthy!). But I don’t count this as my practice, my sadhana. It’s just physical maintenance. This isn’t a revelation to me, this difference, but it highlights my attitude to yoga and shows me more clearly what I need in my practice to bring some peace and joy to me, beyond simply keeping my hips mobile and my back comfortable.
In my usual weekly schedule I have the luxury of a long practice once or twice a week, but if that’s not possible I find some quiet moments for myself when I might choose to sit in silence, practise Devanagari writing, or read some poetry and this time becomes a little personal oasis to set me up for happier days.
When time is tight the small moments become more precious. It reminds me that yoga is always available if I don’t get stuck on definitions or expectations. Yoga is even present when playing endless games of Uno with the nephew — the pack has 108 cards I discovered 🙂