I recently ended a two week introductory program at a hot yoga studio. It was not my first dip into yoga, but it was definitely my most concentrated one. There are a lot of different things I could cheer or complain about with this studio or yoga, in general. There is the sweating, which actually becomes enjoyable and relaxing. There is the pleasure of that day that a downward facing dog becomes a resting pose for your body. But, for now, I want to talk about yoga and compassion.
Yoga, for me, is a practice of self-acceptance and compassion. To have an authentic practice is challenging not because of lack of strength or flexibility, but lack of self-awareness and embracing the reality of your body. Consistently practicing for two weeks finally got me in a head space where I could go to class with my focus narrowed more closely onto what my body was telling me. Yoga does end up making you stronger and more flexible, but most importantly from my perspective, it asks you to accept where your are in your practice each and every day.
Ultimately, I think this baseline acceptance of one's body, of strengths and abilities, and of limitations is the foundation on which we are able to build our connections to others. When I am not aware of where I am in that moment, not where I want to be in five years or even five minutes, I am defensive towards anyone seeking compassion. Compassion for others requires an acknowledgement not just of who they are, but what we are capable of doing and being with them. If I imagine myself more or less than I actually am, I miss what is actually possible in my relationships with others.
