Today, I decided to try to focus, to leave the distracted mind outside the room to roam around on its own, so I could practice in peace (or perhaps so I could practice peace).
In that focus, the postures became all about form – focused on form, feeling the body stretch, sweat, and breathe. Going just that deep, that edge, so I could find the stillness, to quiet the mind, to quiet the body.
In those moments, I was where I was – even the hips, the knees were silent, accepting of the yoga.
Acceptance of me, of now.
Can you feel the shift, the winds of change?