Yoga is all about peaceful spaces.
In London I had a pleasing place where I could fix my dristi.
In Dallas I used to have several potential spots where my gaze could settle without my mind breaking loose of its chains.
No more!
After spending 13 months in England practicing almost-empty-nest with hubs, my return home presented a bit of a challenge; imagine a year of never putting anything away…
As I was doing my yoga class this morning I faced towards the office desk because that’s where YogaGlo was streaming on my Mac.
My eyes missed the aquamarine water of the pool.
What seemed to be a tidily stacked corner, desk top or hutch, when my face was turned towards the tranquil garden scene, became valid cause for the shackles to be shaken off and my mind to lose concentration while I hastily moved a hole punch or lamp mid Virabhadrasana II.
I had to keep my eyes closed, when I wasn’t in a balance, which aided me in my emptying practice but when I had to open them to maintain my groundedness I immediately focused on the bronze cupid, metal urn, paper shredder waste paper bin and cupboard jockying for space behind the door.
On glancing down I noted extension and phone cords gathering dust, a ziplock baggie full of CD’s, a brief case and an external hard-drive under the desk and books, pens & pencils, papers, and two phones with an answering machine on top.
I found my dristi settling on books thrust into a small space with business cards banded together sharing the shelf with a cannister of office utensils and white-out.
I was in turmoil the first 30 minutes trying to still the monkeys frolicking in my head.
Eventually, despite the distractions, YogaGlo did its job and by the end of 90 minutes I had transcended the clutter around me and surrendered my inner awareness to my Lord and Master who carries me in his arms at moments like these.
Tomorrow I will breathe as I gaze on this.
Om… Amen.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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