Santosha, baby. Be content.
No students appeared at my Tuesday class this week. Perhaps I should say no other students, for there is teacher and learning moment in everything, including a room with just one person in it. The occasion allowed me some quiet practice alone – time to breathe, and time to work on a difficult pose, pincha mayurasana, and some other arm balances. Handstand is a tough one for me, as well. That day, serendipity allowed me to be not too busy for my personal yoga practice.
A popular meme lately, “Busy-Trap,” seems to be just a newer term for “joining the rat race.” We participate because of ambition, sometimes even small ambitions. Making sure you always have kale in the fridge for your “green smoothie a day” objective needs to be time-blocked, as does fitting in 16+ weeks of training runs for a marathon goal. If you have other humans or creatures depending on you, the reason stays simple, but the execution can get complicated. Hence the “trap.”
Or perhaps “busy” is just a nice way of saying, “Yes, I do feel that thing that you’re asking me to do is important, but tonight I need to tend to another important thing, and I don’t wish to burden you with an explanation of what it is.” It’s diplomatically easier if you’re not hooked up by IV to various social media, if you live in a larger city, or no one sees you return from work.
Not a rat, at left: What I do have is ample nature surrounding my office, two legs that work, and room in my diet for a cinnamon-sugar cake doughnut. Earlier this week I spent a lunch hour, walking to and from the nearest doughnut shop, the most excellent Mojo Monkey Donuts. The adorable but sharply right-listing and possibly daft bunny caught my attention, on my return trip.