Yesterday was a day when I needed yoga. With a sick husband at home, I dragged my freezing body through the bitter cold to yoga with hopes, at least, to warm up.
The class was about Satya. Satya is a Sanksrit word meaning truth or purity. This was an appropriate class for me as I was reminded how much I have to be grateful for and how much goodness I have in my life.
Throughout the practice I was still feeling uneasy. I was frustrated as I noticed the dog hair on my pants and worrying if I would have time to get my errands done after class. I heard the teacher speaking of how grateful we were to be alive, although I was not necessarily feeling it at that moment.
Not until the end of class as I lifted my legs into a shoulder stand did I begin to feel the Satya. The warmth, the community, the health (minus a few sniffles) and I felt lucky.
I always try to be positive and look at the glass half full, but some days it is hard to get to that place as much as I know I should be there.
For the rest of the day I carried the powerful message that I learned through yoga. It is easier to see the negative and darkness, but much more beneficial for myself and others to see the lightness.
For the first time in weeks I feel warm.