The past couple weeks have been a time of settling and digesting. I felt sad to leave Mysore and in some ways the quiet winter and short days here have been the right scene. It was a truly shiny trip to India and a time of great incoming.
I spend a lot of time out of doors with my young son. We build cubbies with sticks and branches. Many of the trees and plants are showing signs of spring. There are tight little buds protruding out.
After many months of preparation, my new program of early morning classes will very soon begin. As I gather my energy, I'm reminded of my teacher's recent and beautiful words about tending a rose plant. You must nourish its roots. Only then, a flower will come.
Our practice of yoga is just like this. We nourish the roots of our practice by attending to yama and niyama, and through our practice of asana and pranayama. These are the first of 8 limbs of Asthanga yoga practice. The last four limbs, pratyahara, dharana, dhyana, and samadhi are the flower that extend forth out of well-nourished roots.
I'm looking forward to gardening with you.