“The greatest step towards a life of simplicity is to learn to let go.”
― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
“Necessity is a Mutha”
– A. Mays
These words of wisdom were spoken to me yesterday. Chatting with Dad Dude (that’s how he shows up in my phone) I mentioned that necessity was the mother of intention. I thought I was so clever. Ever the wordsmith.
Without missing a beat he says, “Necessity is a mutha”.
Gotta be quick in the Mays family. Quips are flipped, stripped and dipped.
Yet, there’s always a point to be made. Alas, I will get to mine.
A few weeks back I mentioned that I had been holding on a bit tightly to my practice.
Wait. That’s not quite right.
I actually talked about my issues with over correcting my own practice.
Accuracy. Sigh. It’s not always important but in this case, it’s necessary.
Because I am me, I obsessed about this. I focused on trying to have fun.
Who does that? Who has to focus on fun?
Me apparently…And not successfully.
While I stopped adjusting myself every five seconds, I wasn’t relaxed.
The 10am class was a bunch of regulars. There was lots of room (in a NYC yoga studio, this is a glorious luxury) and the vibe was focused but somehow chill. With one of my favorite teachers leading and me feeling mellow, I set an intention to let go of the stuff I didn’t need. Necessity isn’t just the mother of invention. Sometimes we get to a point when when the only choice left is the best one.
I let go. Relaxed. Breathed. Exhaled. Shook it loose. Set it free. Put it down.
You feel me?
It wasn’t about fun. I was too caught up. I do that. It’s dangerous. It’s why I started yoga in the first place.
Eventually we come full circle, back to the place we started. And (if we are smarter) we do what makes sense.
As I started to move I got out of my head and into my yoga.
I could feel it.
I could see it.
I could be it.
It felt so good.
It felt like home.
This is yoga and you can always come home again.