One of the greatest gifts of yoga is that it teaches us how to relax under great strain. This has by far been one of the most valuable gifts for me. I don’t always get it right but yoga has shown me a way to get there, that it’s possible. To smooth out the breathing when your instinct is to make huffy breaths. To have the strength of mind to realize while sweat drips into your eye, “this asana too shall pass.” And rather than sinking into the cold waters of suffering we rise and float with our breath directly through the heart of the storm. Eyes wide open. Breath even and deep. All muscles not needed for the task at hand, unclenched. Done often enough, this yoga leaks over to the rest of your life.
But the practice never ends.
* This post was born out of a comment I made inspired by a wonderful post here.