Just as we’re twisting into what seems like the tenth round of Parivrtta Trikonasana (revolved triangle), Tony says, “Now there’s nowhere to hide!”
It’s true. Everything about me shows. Physically, emotionally, and spiritually. It’s not perfect. Embodying the pose, there’s no posing. It’s all there, spiraling together — and I relax.
Then I suddenly realize we’re still having the conversation from earlier in the week about making a mess and being too tidy.
The effort of “holding it all together,” in life and in yoga poses, ultimately means limiting our freedom of movement and ease.
I’m learning that finding truly solid ground and integration requires courage: The courage to abandon performance, to offer ourselves to the process of being.
Not hiding is, in itself, a kind of sanctuary.