When I look back at the past year – or two! – I have to say things have been challenging. Difficult, really. Just plain hard a lot of the time. On previous occasions when the challenges have come thick and fast, I have stopped taking care of myself. It’s been a definite pattern. I’ve taken care of others, yes, but myself no. On these occasions, I have been known to stop meditating. For years.
This time it’s been different. I know that’s my tendency, so I have been careful to maintain some form of my daily practice in whatever way I can.
I have expanded my business and opened my own yoga studio. Some of you reading this may have already come along for classes and / or treatments. The process hasn’t been easy but I am incredibly proud of the space we’ve created.
There have been personal health challenges, and in fact these have strengthened my commitment, as, along with super-healthy diet and lifestyle, I truly believe that yoga and meditation have directly contributed to moving beyond these.
There have also been family health challenges – and these have been more difficult. By necessity, when you are caring for another’s needs, time for yourself does disappear. My own energy levels and health were affected considerably, and there were plenty of mornings when meditation just wasn’t going to happen – because I’d been up all night and / or my day just started at 5am, full on, no time off.
But even then, I continued to practise in some way. Perhaps just a few mindful breaths now and then, looking at the view out of the window. Maybe a quick stretch, a minute or two, snatched when I could. A far cry from my regular hour in the mornings, but something. And always the intention to get back to my practice at the first opportunity. A resolve to look after myself again when the time was right.
And that time eventually came. Life still isn’t back to normal. But as a wise friend said a couple of months ago, it’s my ‘new normal’. The stress levels started to subside. My mornings could be reclaimed for my hour of yoga and meditation. So the stress levels dropped a little more.
And here I am, writing again. This hasn’t exactly been a regular thing over the past couple of years. But…..life got in the way.