04/09/2025
So I came accross this really fun photo from about 17 years ago here, and found it jolly entertaining.
In my mind, I had this idea that back in the day, some time many years before starting yoga, I had this random ability to do a fairly decent wheel pose. THIS is the fairly decent wheel pose of my minds eye. Ehem, need I say more.
You know how sometimes you look back and reminisce the past, then you get stuck in impressions of what you thought you once were? Let's face it, we all have a tendency to idealise the past or the future and to compare ourselves to what we believe we were or could have been.
This is just proof that those illusions are just that. I mean, I'm not judging past me either, I remember this being a really great day, and I remember feeling strong in the body I was in then as I feel strong in the body I'm in now, generally. It's the same body, and I'm still bow legged with limited joint ROM and compensatory strength as one can clearly see here!
And although I have a different conversation between body and mind going these days, through yoga practice, I still feel it is somewhat a continuation of the same conversation.
To live life is to engage with the world, whether that translates into making shapes, or making conversation, with the self, with the other, with the universal. To live life is to be, just as we are, and a sense of celebration is a natural cosequence of that - I find wisdom emerges alongside a kind of irony which recognises that all is as it once was and will always be, and all is perfect just the way it is because it is unchanging despite being in constant flux.
