It didn’t take him too long to start rolling into things, like the side of our blue couches.
I would see him run into the couch and I’d think. Okay, now roll the other way! You’re not going to get anywhere rolling into the couch.
But he wouldn’t roll the other way. He’d back off and roll into the couch again.
Over and over again. He didn’t appear to be frustrated or angry about it, just kind of exploring his new territory.
I’ve been trying to bring some of his childlike curiosity to my yoga lately because it occurred to me there’s a lot of similarities between his practice and my practice.
I visit the same territory of my body and mind over and over in yoga, and there are a lot of limitations and barriers I roll up against in my practice.
It can be a physical limitation like my tight hamstrings lately or a mental block like judging how I’m doing on any given day.
I like to practice these concepts in yoga because it makes it easier to practice them in life. It’s a starting place for me.
Here in the home of my body, working with my own skin and bones, can I soften a little right where I want to harden.
Can I open a little more right where I feel myself closing.
Can I create a little more space in the most contracted, uncomfortable poses.
Sometimes I can and sometimes I can’t. Either way is okay if I remember to bring my curiosity and consciousness to the process.
If he keeps at it my little one is going to realize he can’t go through the couch, but he can crawl around it and he can climb over it.
If I approach my limitations respectfully and curiously, I’ll probably find a treasure buried in this terrain I think I know so well and a new way to navigate the landscape of my life.