Our practice shines a light on imbalance, inequality in the way we move through life both on and off the mat. Often this imbalance is unconscious - you only have to cross your legs counter to your usual way to feel how you may have acted repeatedly yet unknowingly to reinforce the imbalance of your system as a whole. Yoga forces us to face these truths so we can begin the work of dismantling the habits and restoring balance. Sometimes the imbalance has deliberately been put there, by shifting our relationship to gravity or working asymmetrically. In this instance we still have to be aware enough to feel, to realise that part of us needs more support, more strength given back to it as it is having to work harder to maintain homeostasis. We must realise where strength or support has been undermined and give back more strongly to that place, we must not continue to steal from it in order to feed extension in the places that have an inherently easier reach. Only then will there be real equality, only then will we find grace in movement as we allow ourselves to function as a whole, each part in support of the other. Practice: Tadasana: Take a belt behind you, hold one end in each hand at either side of your hips
Sit cross legged:
Adho Mukha Svanasana: (downward facing dog)
Trikonasana:
Sit cross legged:
What other poses could you play with over the next week or so to continue the same enquiry, how can you find balance in a-symmetry? Keep coming back to the practice with the belts and trying to replicate the sensation in other poses. Equality You declare you see me dimly through a glass which will not shine, though I stand before you boldly, trim in rank and marking time. You do own to hear me faintly as a whisper out of range, while my drums beat out the message and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. You announce my ways are wanton, that I fly from man to man, but if I'm just a shadow to you, could you ever understand ? We have lived a painful history, we know the shameful past, but I keep on marching forward, and you keep on coming last. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. Take the blinders from your vision, take the padding from your ears, and confess you've heard me crying, and admit you've seen my tears. Hear the tempo so compelling, hear the blood throb in my veins. Yes, my drums are beating nightly, and the rhythms never change. Equality, and I will be free. Equality, and I will be free. by Maya Angelou
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