This week, I took my sixth yoga lesson. My regular instructor, Michele, is a wonderful woman, patient and encouraging, but I’ve been struggling – until this session. This time, I learned so much more than pigeon pose and warrior. This time, I learned from a master teacher. I learned how to relax in the studio. I learned from a dog.
I was in a gray and grumpy mood when I arrived for my lesson, so it was a happy moment when I was greeted by Michele’s beautiful dog, Skylar. At my insistence – I was looking for an excuse not to practice because I knew it would be hard – Skylar was given permission to join us.
We began the session. As I moved through the exercises, Skylar happily positioned and repositioned herself so I could always easily scratch her neck. Realizing that she was going to move with me, gave me energy. It was wonderful, especially when she just laid her head down on my open palm toward the end of the session, which is as close to “downward dog” as I’m going to get.
We are not going to be good at everything we try, but it does not mean that there is no good in trying. Celebrate the little victory and let that joy lift you to the next one. If you can’t find your way, may I suggest a guide dog?