A Ball of Wax, I Am

I've been very conscious lately of the subtle but clear changes that yoga has brought to my body over time. I see that my body is slowly becoming what it was meant to be. I see more definition, I feel more strength and stamina, I definitely notice more flexibility. Some of it is definitely subtle and all of it has been somewhat slow in coming but I am only able to practice maybe twice a week on average.

The one really important thing I've noticed is that even if I practice once a week, I still am getting, retaining and maintaining the overall benefits of my sustained practice. I am making progress even at that level. However, at that level, my goal with every practice is to reach my edge in every pose so that I am getting the maximum benefit from my minimal time on my mat.

I have found that when I do this, I am sore almost constantly which I just love. It means that I am reaching those edges effectively but more importantly that my body is reshaping itself to be what it needs to be in order for me to find new edges and ultimately new poses. I am a ball of wax that, in keeping myself just warm enough through regular practice, I am beginning to mold into new shapes.

I love that as a metaphor for my life. If I am being true to the opportunity of this existence, then I am taking advantage of every edge that God presents to me. And if I am always "on the edge" then I am living my life to the fullest. I like thinking that I am living my yoga life practice to the fullest. My life is a ball of wax. I am molding it. I am a ball of wax. Yoga is molding me. My life and I are becoming the shape that a regular yoga practice wants me to become.