Inhale the future, exhale the past

<< You are not here only to train your body, this is the moment for you to look inside >>, with this sentence today Tania, the yoga teacher, opened to an entire class crammed with experienced and less experienced yogis who were by that time suffering in silence a 3 minutes pose, while the muscles of the legs and arms lengthened more and more. The pain has not disappeared, the feeling that every muscle fiber was stretching, loosening even excessively, simply gave its way to another thought. My brain took the lead and focused on inner reflection thus overlapping the pain of stretching.

Looking inward is one of the least common things during the day. Committed as we are to pursuing our responsibilities, schedules, our commitments and those of others, the expectations we have about ourselves, we lose sight of the listening. We are there for a friend who needs advice, or for a colleague who needs to let off steam after an argument with a superior, but we don't allow ourselves 20 minutes of silence to listen to what our own body has to tell us. Doing it during the yoga class, really concentrating for 3 minutes not on pain and fatigue, but on what my inner 'I' was telling me at that moment, was an unexpected goal. An emotion that did not last just 3 minutes of exercise. A feeling that I carry around all day. A feeling of neither good humor nor indifference: a neutral, balanced state of mind, as I believe it should be every day.

I am committed to giving my time and myself the privilege of understanding how much I simply need myself. To gradually open my mind and not just my arms, to let my skin breathe in well-being.

From the window I observe the first drops of autumn rain and free my spirit to accept the beauty of this grey sky.

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