I woke up with a really odd feeling the other day.
Yoga, the great sustainer, my love for her was gone.
A pandemic happened and we all deal with stress in different ways.
Stress begins with a psychological response to what the body perceives as life-threatening. In response, the adrenal glands secrete catecholamine hormones that act upon the Autonomic Nervous System or ANS as the body prepares for fight or flight. Metabolic changes happen. There are increases in some and shutdowns of others. Back in the day, these adaptive responses worked for us when we were in stressful situations because they resolved quickly. See a tiger run or die, eat, or be eaten. There was a resolution. Today we are often unable to resolve our stress so directly.
When I get into the “I hates,” my experience tells me that there is something I am not addressing, some feeling I missed that needs to be tended to.
I have many tools in the toolbox to reach for in these instances.
But sometimes instead I opt for fantasy by rewatching Frodo and Samwise Gamgee travel from middle earth past the gates of hell to Mordor.
What I do know is that right now taking some comfort is not necessarily the worst thing I can do. Everything has its season, this too shall pass, no shame no blame. Sleep when tired, eat when hungry, cry because you have feelings, drink a ton of water, laugh because you are alive and can. If gratitude wanes call your people and let them remind you how lucky you really are.
In the great words of Earth Wind and Fire
After the love has gone
What used to be right is wrong
Can love that’s lost be found
It can, and it will.
It’s just going to be different.
Ride the wave and be easy with yourselves.
P.S. It took a few hours but I love yoga again.