I have a theory about trees:
On one hand, it’s easy to get lost in the maze of trees. Then again, isn’t that why you enter in the first place?
To get lost…
*sigh*
Last night, in my yoga basics class, we worked on the yoga poses that involve visuddha, the throat chakra, as well as the arm channels that feed off that area. Once again, the parallels to life as described by our instructor fascinated me to no end. She talked of stress (anger, depression, sadness) and how holding onto these energies serve to close breathing. Sound familiar? Actually, it does.
This month, I’ve noticed the return of throat tightness and breathlessness. Similar to the early days of my grieving, the occurrence has been fought with frequent emails to my doctor for allergy medications, etc. And while it is obvious that the pollens are flying high, it is equally obvious that the ending of another cycle might also be influencing me in some way.
And so, I embrace this class, move through the postures with purpose and awareness, and emerge with a big *sigh* — feeling optimistic and a little more balanced.