A few days before my normally scheduled Saturday yoga, I start to feel around for inspiration. Sometimes it's bright and shiny, easy to find. Sometimes it's part of an ongoing chain. Sometimes it's a thought or phrase that gets stuck like a skipping record in my head. Such was the case last week.
I had a snippet of a song stuck in my head: "I've got the hippy hippy shake!" I kept trying to let it go, but it persisted. So I embraced it! We spent Saturday with lots of hip openers. Our second chakra, svadisthana, is a creative, go-with-the-flow energy. I went with the song in my head.
The hips can hold a lot of residue and baggage. Hip openers are detoxifying, both physically and mentally. Often we are overwhelmed by the negative effects of detoxification. For those of us with tight, stubborn hips, it's easy to get frustrated, and begin acting with force and criticism. On Saturday I challenged my class, and myself, to let go with joy - to dance.
I was stressed about Cade's birthday. Instead of focusing on what I couldn't do - I joyfully embraced a fun-filled weekend with him and the whole family. He thought it was "awesome."
In the words of the poet Hafiz:
Every child has known God. Not the God of names, not the God of don'ts, not the God who ever does anything weird. But the God who knows only four words and keeps repeating them, saying "Come, dance with me. Come dance."
It's really no mystery that "dog" is "god" in the mirror. Wag your tail!
I had a snippet of a song stuck in my head: "I've got the hippy hippy shake!" I kept trying to let it go, but it persisted. So I embraced it! We spent Saturday with lots of hip openers. Our second chakra, svadisthana, is a creative, go-with-the-flow energy. I went with the song in my head.
The hips can hold a lot of residue and baggage. Hip openers are detoxifying, both physically and mentally. Often we are overwhelmed by the negative effects of detoxification. For those of us with tight, stubborn hips, it's easy to get frustrated, and begin acting with force and criticism. On Saturday I challenged my class, and myself, to let go with joy - to dance.
I was stressed about Cade's birthday. Instead of focusing on what I couldn't do - I joyfully embraced a fun-filled weekend with him and the whole family. He thought it was "awesome."
In the words of the poet Hafiz:
Every child has known God. Not the God of names, not the God of don'ts, not the God who ever does anything weird. But the God who knows only four words and keeps repeating them, saying "Come, dance with me. Come dance."
It's really no mystery that "dog" is "god" in the mirror. Wag your tail!
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