Sometimes the intention is just as important as the asana or posture.
I almost always start my classes by asking you to set an intention or connect with an existing intention. I think intentions take just as much repetition and practice as any yoga pose to become solid and rooted.
So where and when do you start?
How about right now. You obviously have a moment to stop and read this, so let's do it.
Don't overthink it. We're not pouring concrete, just planning a path.
What area in your life offers you a great amount of happiness and growth? What about it gives you joy?
That's it! Two questions to sit, drive, stand, paddle, and ponder.
When you answer those two questions, offer your deepest gratitude to however that came into your life and commit to nurturing its value. As you fill your heart and mind with what makes you happy, you leave less space for things that don't.
The path has to start somewhere. As you practice and build your intention, you'll likely hit rocks and holes in the path. Be kind to yourself. Take a step back. Breathe in perspective. Breathe out intention. Eventually the two will meet and you'll be moving forward again. :)
An intention story, Part 1
Intentions don't have to be super deep or spiritual, they just need to bring your heart joy.
At the beginning of Summer this year, I decided I would paddle Wallowa Lake in eastern Oregon. I had only seen pictures but was totally inspired by its beauty. Intention set.
After an extremely busy Summer, I was getting anxious that I may not fit the trip in. I had been dissecting my calendar one night and like the best of serendipitous moments, my friend Sarah sent me a text suggesting a day trip to Wallowa Lake. A day trip?!? It's a 4+ hour drive, one way. Hahaha. YES! I'm in!
Minor detail, there are devastating forest fires burning out of control all over the state, including eastern Oregon. In fact, the days leading up to our trip, The Gorge (my home) was covered in a thick blanket of smoke.
We went anyway. I should add that we researched the fire lines and knew we were very safe from any danger. You're welcome Mom. :)
The quality of the air was "very unhealthy", a rating determined by Oregon Dept. of Environmental Quality. At times during the drive, I even felt a little sick but we both held hope that the smoke would thin out and the lake would offer its reputable epicness.
When we arrived at the north end of the lake, Sarah laughed. "Believe it or not, we are surrounded by mountains", she said. I believed her. I could see the faintest outline of peaks through the smoke to the west.
We were both staring at the lake with a hint of disappointment but I think also a bit of sadness that our beloved state was losing the battle with the flames.
We didn't say much. Just unloaded our boards and hit the water. THAT WATER! I hadn't counted on the clarity and beauty of the lake itself. I had never paddled on water like that. The glacial silt gives it a blue tint. It reminded me of the Caribbean waters that I love.
Suddenly there was a shift in my perception.
Breathe in perspective. Breathe out intention.
I wasn't meant to experience a magazine cover or an Instagram photo. I was meant to experience this very real Oregon wonder for what it is.
....to be continued