Yoga challenges me. I rewrote that sentence 5 times in quick succession, and then several more times later, to make it fit. My self-prescribed boundaries dictate an opening sentence of no more than 6 words. That one started with 12. The right constructive constraints, however imposed, can foster impact, and a modicum of discontent. With historically abundant resources, Americans have lived with fewer limits than most other parts of the world. Just about every sustainability project on which I’ve worked has rubbed up against some manifestation of this pervasively ingrained gluttony. My discontent can rage, making others uncomfortable or alienated. Innovation is inhibited by a largely comfortable, satisfied electorate. The current Federal antics are doing the country an enormous service, if we’re wise enough to embrace the opportunity when the damage-making is over. Iyengar yoga requires a unique combination of focus, grace and force that I most often fail to fully achieve, even after almost 20 years of practice. I’ve developed a deeper appreciation of the art and power of yoking often opposing influences. Gradually innovating the body has concurrently evolved my mind. Yet with every session there is always some humbling degree of frustration with my inability to achieve what I know is possible, desirable, transformative. Which I’m coming to realize is something that shouldn’t be avoided or curtailed—as I’ve been inclined to do out of some misplaced consideration for myself and others—but rather, gratefully embraced.
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