My yoga instructor said something that brought tears to my eyes.  Four days earlier I had attended a new class with an unfamiliar instructor, and I ended up so vertiginous that I couldn’t drive home.  (Read the Head and Heart versions of the story.)  Now I was back on my mat in my usual class, hoping against hope that this practice would not also end in disaster.  And then, her words:

Your yoga practice today is not the practice that you had yesterday, and it is not the practice you will have tomorrow.

I heard these words and felt them to my core.  My teacher didn’t know about the difficult practice I’d had the week before, and I marveled at how sometimes, someone says exactly the thing you need to hear.

Yesterday, you may have been able to move deeply into a pose that, today, is beyond your reach. Tomorrow, your experience will be different yet again.

Yes, I thought.  I had been angry and intensely discouraged that I couldn’t complete last week’s class.  By the end of the hour I hadn’t been able to move without feeling sick.  Tears moistened my eyes as I remembered the emotional pain I’d felt.  Then I closed my eyes and joined in a sustained OM with the rest of my classmates.  Today’s class would be different, I could feel it.

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