Dharma Drama

Yesterday morning I missed my yoga class. Well, I didn’t actually miss it - I blatantly just lay in bed and deliberately did not get up and go. It was cold. I was still very tired. My knees were aching. And did I mention it was really, really cold?

But I did miss it, after all. My whole day was off, and I felt out of kilter. I lost my dharma and I couldn’t get it back. I really did not accomplish much yesterday, other than three loads of laundry and a nice hearty Shepherd’s pie made from scratch. I browsed the internet. I looked at photos. I watched a French thriller with my husband. I had a nagging guilty feeling all day.

I should have gone. I should have gone. I should have gone.

But in the end, maybe a day of lounging around is really what I needed. To decompress. To reconnect. To make me realize why I began practicing yoga to begin with. Maybe I had to lose my dharma in order to find it.