No, I did not write this article to scold you for forgetting to sign in to class, to tell you what a naughty yogi you are for coming in late, nor will I make you admit and apologize for “The farts of yoga classes past”. (No more pre-yoga burritos people)
When I use the term bully it is more in terms of how you approach your own personal practice.
Sure, we all have good intentions. At least for the first five seconds before we get thrown the first karmic curveball.
You just so happen to roll out your yoga mat next to the person twisting themselves into Cirque de Soliel worthy shapes…
Of course then our friend ‘Mr Ego’ decides to pay a visit to your mat.
You know you should feel content (santosha) breathing next to your bendy classmate in your suddenly meager looking half splits. And for the next three long seconds you really do try, you really do…
But, the next thing you know you are trying to push your poor little bottom down the last two inches into the full splits. (Ta Da!)
Your dear little bottom doesn’t like it one bit, but it goes down. (Ouch!)
Sure, basking in the glory of full Hanumanasana Splits is undoubtedly exciting! Pulled groin muscle and ice pack? Not so much!
Over at the YisforYogini blog my friend writes
“I resist my limits. I like to believe I have none. In effect, I spend much of my practice not truly listening to myself (the real me, not my football coach alter-ego). I am aware, however, and this means I can change. I, too, can be a sensualist!”
Read the full article HERE its brilliant!
She talks about being either a Yoga Pusher or a Yoga Sensualist. What are you? Are you listening or are you pushing?