At university when I was struggling to complete my final exams owing to a double combo of ill health and a painful wrist injury my tutor sent me a note (haha pre-email days!) that said ‘courage — in a French accent’. I loved it. I think of it still when things get tricky. It made me smile at a time when I was feeling out of my mind with stress. I couldn’t see a way forward; I’m not sure my tutor could either. The final exam regime then was absolute, there really weren’t any options in terms of deferrals or retakes. The only possibility was to keep steady and do my best (as I did!) through a series of three hour written exams. That and a load of painkillers and coffee 🙂
Courage — taking heart.
En-couragement — having some inspiration that gives you heart, supplements or magnifies your own ability to keep going.
I’m seeking both at the moment. I’m thinking of the concept of sraddhā, usually translated as ‘faith’ though this never sat well for me. My own working definition is ‘conviction’, something more rooted in personal experience and observation, rather than being ‘out there’ or implying theism. Although practice is hard right now and my little yoga world feels in turmoil, I still have conviction. I still feel my practice is helpful more than it is harmful. I feel the difficulty, yet I don’t think I lack courage completely, I continue to show up and do my sadhana, continue to allow it to develop through time. This much is now how I am.
But encouragement — it seems hard to find, as never before. Maybe it appears differently and I don’t recognise it as such. I’m used to looking up, placing teachers and mentors on a pedestal, expecting them to fill my heart in various ways, to keep me going. Without that, where do I turn?
Now perhaps encouragement lies quietly in other places, waiting to be noticed. The colleague telling me I am her inspiration to go to the gym, someone sharing how my yoga words over the years have been helping her with work stress, the gym manager so amused as how relaxed and happy my students look after class compared to the HIIT crew, my mum’s smile on a video call, my husband expressing appreciation at how I support him through a difficult patch, the cut flowers in a vase on the table, and the food lovingly prepared for dinner…
Perhaps this is yoga out in the wild: me doing my best, taking care of myself and others, living with a full heart, keeping open. Perhaps this open heart is en-couragement in action. My offering to myself. It feels hard and it also feels true. A difficult lesson in growing up. A better late than never moment.
But it’s more than a moment of course. It’s a ongoing learning. And a yearning. It requires soft vigilance not to slide back into some false nostalgia of golden days past. Stay with it, I urge myself, stay with the messiness and the difficulty. Stay with it until it blossoms into self-governance and reliability, independence rather than aloneness.
David Whyte always says it best. Perhaps everything is waiting for me.
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
David Whyte’s poem is lovely.
We are never “alone” – it isn’t possible!
The love that holds everything in being
nudges us into tiny services that support
each other and everything else.
Sat Chit Ānanda:
Tat twam asi : )
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well… I know I had encouragement today from a long distance friend. And suddenly two new posts!
I so agree with srrdha as conviction and yoga in the world. Thank you for this post and one of my favorite poems
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I know, right!? What more encouragement is needed, just a good old fashioned chat and a laugh! Thank you for that 🙂
I’m also loving the idea of ‘cool crutches’ from Cool Britannia!
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Here’s one of my favorites from Mary Oliver that might be helpful…
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles
through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what
it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the
deep trees,the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are
heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -over and over announcing your place in
the family of things.
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oh yes, I love that one. It’s so nice to return to treasured words and find new meanings, take courage afresh I suppose. Thank you for your continued presence on my blog, I so appreciate you stopping by x
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I like how you write ‘yoga out in the wild.’ I often reflect that my yoga practice is as much about how I live my life as it is about how I stretch my body. Thanks for a lovely post. xx
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aw thanks so much! I treasure that comment 🙂
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