While trying to rationalize why I was willing to put myself through 90 minutes of sweat, burning muscle and teetering balance, it dawned on me that I wasn’t there necessarily for the physical fruits of the class. I wanted that balanced mental and emotional state that comes after a good class — that rare sensation of being at peace and present. It seemed to be summed up in the words, “Let the yoga take care of it.” The “it” being whatever worry, concern, problem, heartache or blues that might be occupying my mind at that moment.
This release recognizes the hidden powers that I possess, and trusts that I will eventually be able to tap into them. Or accepts that the dynamics are beyond my control and that my best course of action is to just ride the wave.
I am making “Let the yoga take care of it” my new mantra that I repeat to myself silently to retrieve the moment of truth that I distill from my practice.