I have been a bit skittish about appearing on the yoga mat. The mat is one of the places where I have a no-holds-barred agreement with myself and the Spirit. No access denied. “I am open here,” I say, “do Your work.” I mean this. I want to be worked with, changed, transformed. To be healed, made new and born again. I want the chance to clear away all that is not true, all that is not authentic, all that would stand in the way of being who God created and calls me to be.
And mostly, I do my best to honor this agreement. I come with the intent to be open and conscious, present and willing. And certainly God has honored God’s part! The Spirit moves in powerful ways, particularly when given invitation and a conducive environment.
But I’m a little skittish this week. The storms of the weekend were fierce and persistent. A continuous steady drizzle and gloomy oppressive overcast dragged along with me into a week that cannot afford such things. There is just too much going on right now for a rain out. Sometimes there is a push to this soulwork, a timeliness not always of my choosing. Often things come in their own time to be healed. And sometimes it is simply the urge of my own impatience to be quit of these old demons once and for all. But when I grow impatient, or become afraid I will miss this chance to make things aright, I offer myself the comfort of what I know to be true. This is not the last chance, these opportunities to go deep, these offers of transformative, annealing passages return again and again. I know where the doorways of my soul are now. I hold the keys to the passageways, and my Guide holds the light at the ready. So perhaps then it is all right to be a bit reluctant – to genuflect only briefly into child’s pose, to choose a quick ablution of morning yoga rather than a deeper plunge. Because when the time is right, when I am ready, I am here, the mat is here, and God, I know, is always ready and waiting.