Sitting in the Mess

In yoga, we shift our weight to one leg, feel the wobble, find the center.  First is our drsti (pronounced drishti)—a fun word to say—our point of focus.  We find the singular point.  It is not the wobbly leg or the other out-of-sight air-born parts. It is a point ahead that we can see, just slightly ahead.  

Our drsti locked in, we return to our breath.  Have the wobbles stopped?  Likely not, messy.  We breath anyway, long slow in, long slow out, long slow in, we continue.  It is a place of trust.  A focus and breath.  Today maybe I lose my balance and tumble, tomorrow perhaps I feel more solid. Doesn’t matter, there is no “why”.  Focus and breath.  Tumble and return.  Shake and breathe.

This is what it means to come to the mat, we do it anyway, with regularity.  We can come also to the page or the journal or the canvas.  I roll out my mat in the morning.  I sit at the table and open my notebook or journal to the first blank I see.  I wet my brush and face my canvas.  I just come. That is how my drsti begins.  I breath.  I trust the process.  When I am done, I go about my day.

Find those moments.  Find your drsti and breathe. That’s it.  Let yourself shake.  Sit in the mess.