When I’m at Beach Yoga I feel invincible, like I’m living a pretty perfect life. Blue skies, slight breeze, seagulls singing, getting my zen on……it’s the quintessential Instagram-able moment.
It’s also uncomfortably messy much of the time. And disappointing, and chaotic. Like when I had a meltdown over technology issues (yeah, I know, first world problems)…or when I felt frustrated trying to communicate with someone… or when I got discouraged and berated myself for not meeting a goal..or when I spent two hours surfing YouTube videos and comparing myself to these seemingly perfect individuals…or when I had popcorn and wine for dinner.
And that was just last week.
Then I step on my mat at the beach and all is idyllic in my world. I follow it up with a cup of coffee and some journallng while watching the water ebb and flow, and then head off to the Farmer’s Market.
It won’t last, this beautiful Saturday morning. I don’t say that as a pessimist. In fact, I’m quite the opposite.
But there is a rhythm and flow to our lives and our emotions. The messy, ugly ones are necessary too. They create growth, wisdom and authenticity. They cultivate a richness and fullness in our lives. We would be incomplete without them. It would be kinda like the rainbow with only a third of it’s colors, simply lacking.