Now that the weather is really beginning to feel like fall, I’ve begun to think about the balance of holding on and letting go again. Nature is such a good metaphor to help us reflect upon our own lives. As I watch my summer flowers and vegetable garden wither and fade, I often feel a clinging to summer and a sadness at the knowledge they will soon be dry, brittle remnants of summers glorious blooms. Then, I notice I’m grieving while the blooms are still present.I have a habit of that. Grieving what will be changing before it has. It often leads me to miss what is, right now, in this moment. Yoga helps me practice being present in the moment, noticing how my breath feels as I move and rest in various poses. Funny how I don’t cling to a breath the way I do to other things. Each breath just is and then it’s gone without judgement of good or bad. Each breath nourishes me and takes me into the next moment. It’s a good reminder of be grateful for this breath, this moment.
Wishing things were not as they are is a very human trait that I am working to let go of this fall. Noticing and tuning into my breath, watching it come and go, is the practice.
Namaste - Lisa
