10 January, 2015

Focus... focus... focus...

Today was home practice.

It's hard to focus when the Seahawks game is on in the other room. And it's not that I care about the Seahawks, but just knowing there's a game and the noise, and hearing the television. I managed to dial up the breath to the point that it was barely detectable, but then there's a kind of distraction of "I know I need to keep breathing this loud or I'm gonna hear the announcers, and then I'll really be distracted."

It's also hard to focus, believe it or not, when I am doing yoga in my childhood bedroom... it's not a place that I associate with my yoga practice. This house isn't. It's not a bad place, but it's a place that has my mind already elsewhere (The Past). Perfect place to practice, right? I find myself getting into the mindset of "I just have to make myself do X minutes, and just get through this, and endure it." But that's not really practicing. That's something else. To really practice would be to say "What is the yoga right now? What is it to practice right here?" I was able to reject the thoughts that came up about "I just have to get through this. I don't feel like doing this." But that's not being with those thoughts. It's suppressing them. I was forcing myself to be in a practice that I am accustomed to, rather than really experiencing what it means to have the same presence that comes so easily and naturally in a yoga studio. I don't know what I'm talking about.

I did a basic Baptiste series. It amounted to about 42 minutes. That's all I have to say. For now.

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