The high point of my year so far has been an hour and a half on Sunday mornings at James Bay Community Centre. For the past five weeks I’ve been taking a course on reducing stress through yoga and learning about Ayurveda.
It’s taught by a lovely woman named Donna Miller, who lives on Mayne Island and comes over to Victoria to offer it. She teaches yoga, Ayurveda yoga and somatic movement and mindfulness.
There’s something so great about easing into Sunday by doing a little luxurious visit with yourself, your physical self especially, to check in on it and do a body scan which is how the class often starts.
She’s fantastic at talking the class through that moving from the toes to the crown and really tuning into to what’s going on. Is there pain? Where is it? Are there colours arising? What are you feeling at the belly, at the pit of the stomach? If you’re like me, too often scattered and overwhelmed by vatta in a pitta body, out of balance, not even paying attention to the physical body except when, it reminds you, through a pain in the knee or hips or ankle that your spirit has a container and lo and behold it’s aging and stiff.
I recently got an e-mail from a cousin who lives in downtown Toronto but does a lot better job of keeping in touch with me than vice versa and she said to me when she heard about my job that she hoped I was doing something for my spirit, my creative spirit, and it was a bit of a wake-up call. No. No actually. I’m bloody well not doing a single thing for that little amorphous creature and it’s showing. I’m feeling it. And winter is never my best time, mentally, to begin with.
I was wondering the other day why it has always been so hard for me to maintain. Why five steps forward, 7 steps back? When I lived on Salt Spring it was pretty easy to live a life that felt in tune – with oneself, with nature, with other people who were part of a community that mattered and organically connected because of proximity and like-mindedness about the importance of connecting.
I look back at that time and think, wow, how far from that reality I’ve now strayed, again, which is what prompted the signing up to this class. And what I’ve noticed is that just taking that baby step, taking time to tune into the body, leads to all sorts of other thoughts about other changes one might make to counterbalance the inordinate amount of psychic energy required to go to a job five days a week.
Ideally, none of us would have to compartmentalize to that degree but too many of us have to and so we do, at least for periods of time. Carving out time on the weekend, or whenever it works, is a bit of a spirit-saving necessity.