My five year old son, like most kids, loves to ride his bike. He loves to go to the bike park and ride through the trails or over little jumps and my husband is right behind him. Last weekend the two of them were finding inspiration on YouTube watching videos of bikers that come flying down large hills and then flip in the air and land. You know the ones right? They spin their handle bars and take their legs way off the bike and then make it look effortless as they land.
To me this sport is crazy and I just can't get over some of the things they are able to do. So when my son and husband are showing this to my 7 year old daughter and I, I said "How are they ever able to do this? How can they fly through the air like that and then land?" My daughter turns to me and says, "Ummmm, they practice Mom, like YOGA, they practice."
Of course they do, they practice. They didn't start out doing these tricks, they started out with training wheels and they practiced. They most likely spent hours upon hours practicing. They also probably fell, or had days where they questioned what they were doing, or maybe not. One thing is for sure, they did practice.
Yoga is a practice. We practice our breathing, moving our bodies, opening our hearts, settling our thoughts, kindness, acceptance, balancing and much more. Sometimes we float through our practice and land at the end with grace and sometimes we fall but we get back up and we continue knowing that it takes this constant commitment to practice.
Together with this beautiful practice of yoga may we continue to support one another as we get on our mats and we float and we fly or we stumble and get back up and we PRACTICE. Together we play, we breath, we just practice.