One thing I notice since starting Transcendental Meditation (TM) in January 2018, is how mindful I have become. It comes naturally; I do not try. I just am. This strikes home as I have always seen myself as scatter-brained. Back before, when I brushed my teeth, I would also let in the cat, pour a glass of water, maybe even cut up a piece of fruit for breakfast. Now, when I brush my teeth, I brush my teeth. That is it. I stand there at the sink and brush my teeth. I notice the ridges of each tooth and the spots with which still need brushing. I hear the birds outside the window singing; my husband snoring.
I love my red yoga mat that is full of stains. Like a loved teddy bear, my mat will have to be in pieces before I let it go. My mat has been with me through thick ‘n thin since my early 20’s when I taught myself step by step how to do each yoga posture with a little book written by Richard Hittleman.
This was all back before my children were born and my career had taken off. Back when the days were seamless and I went wherever the wind seemed to blow. One of those places was Esalen in Big Sur; where my love for yoga deepened into the easy practice that I continue to this day.