I have been practicing yoga for a very long time. I listen to my body and move it in a way that works for me. I know that when my mind is calm, clarity comes. I use my time on my mat to help prepare me for the rest of my day. For some reason though, my relationship with meditation has not been easy. I had images in my head of having to sit in stillness for a very long time. It didn’t seem like this was where the magic happened, it felt more like an exercise in misery.
This changed for me when I embarked on my yoga teacher training with Marianne Wells. During my time in Costa Rica, each new day was greeted with 1 hour of silence. It was a time to turn off our voices so we could connect with ourselves. Prior to arriving, I gave this hour on the agenda barely a second thought. As I moved further into my training, this hour of silence every morning became a highlight In the quiet moments of dawn, clarity, purpose and compassion showed up. Without effort, without force.
As my training ended I made a promise to myself that in the chaos of life, I would find calm. I make time to connect with nature, often hiking solo listening to the sound of the breeze. I find moments of stillness on my mat-drowning out the sounds around me by focusing on the inhale and exhale. And sometimes I sit in meditation, waiting for the answers to come. And they always do. That is the magic of meditation.
It’s seems like lately the word “busy” is under attack. We talk about simplifying our lives, living mindfully, being present. As a student and teacher of yoga, I embrace finding stillness and finding your breath. But I am also 100 % ok with being busy. In fact I embrace that too.
As a mother of 4 I have a full schedule. Add on a full-time job, my yoga class schedule and running our own small business and some days there just isn’t enough hours to get through the to-do list. Everyday there are chores and tasks that don’t get done. And so they don’t. No stress, no guilt, no worry.
We all find our energy in different ways. But for some reason us “busy” people seem to be on the defensive. My inbox is filled with articles on how to say ‘No”, do less, find the balance. But what if my balance includes a full schedule. What if I want to be busy (gasp)? What if I want the book of my life to be a novel (a long one) instead of a short story?
I am not a sitter, a tv watcher or a lounge about’er. I am not running away from something or someone. I am not using busy as an excuse or avoidance tactic. My demons and I came to an agreement long ago. I am however a daydreamer, a nature lover, a traveller and a yogi. I love wine and good friends. I love a good sweat and an even better stretch and finding my breath. I love my family. And while it may seem like I am cramming too much in, for me it’s about maximizing my time with the work, people, things, experiences I love. And for that I won’t apologize.