Balance


Balance


I've been weighing balance for years but it never truly made sense until I took yoga. It's the center of yoga, really–not just in the poses, but in the things you do (and don't do), the way you think...all intertwined and interwoven into an intricate stability.

Maybe you have been there, tried standing on one leg, the other pressed in a triangle to your thigh or at a 90° angle in the air, hands poised above like a dancer's or floating by your side...It all works magically, and there you are in perfect balance.

Or, are you? How long does the "stableness" last? A second, a minute? For some longer, for others shorter. That's not the point. The point is, there comes a moment in which the imbalance enters in: you wobble and try to find your center of gravity again.

You could say it depends on your sense of balance. I would add that it depends on your support points–how you decide to distribute your balance. But even if it's all perfect–you've pressed into the foot on the floor so that even in the edges are holding you and connect in a strong line to the crown of your head–at some point the balance wavers.

But why? Does it mean that equilibrium is fleeting?

No, my friend–I have learned it's about dealing with our imbalanced moments inside of the "balancement". Nothing (no one) is truly stable because we're constantly moving–steadying ourselves after an argument, our thoughts racing around, our projection into life...Nothing is truly steady but change. So, even when we've reached that zen moment of perfect equilibrium it has to shift.

Maybe that's the secret to balance–to accept those micro slips and move into stability again. And even when we fall to lean into our balance and try again. 


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Text by: Kristen Mastromarchi


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