Physically, I can get into a headstand relatively easy. My approach is from wide-legged forward fold and I have been able to do this for the last five years. It was a challenge for myself, that by the time I turned 40, I would be able to do it. I nailed it a few weeks prior and headstand has been in my practice ever since. Yet I have not progressed from headstand to other hand balances, and although my crow practice is strong at this point, I can't get from crow to headstand, even though I can get into it from a wide-legged stance.
Is my inability a geometry problem? Or is it that the muscles that tip my pelvis back in order to stack it above my shoulders don't quite have the oomph to do so? What I need to do is stay there, rear in the air and breathe and my intuition will tell me what to do next, as Baron Baptiste suggests in “Journey into Power.” But that is a hard place for me to be, ass in the air, head to the mat. The breathing I have down, but remaining right where everyone can best see my weakness - hard. The thing I want to do in that position is to give up, turn myself over and pretend it never happened. But I have been practicing, staying and breathing right there, where everyone can see.
So that is my current physical edge. But there is something else. When I am poised to lift my legs, there is a slight hesitation in my mind, a quick blip of thought that happens so fast that I can't really even hear what it tells me. I only feel it as a blank void. All I know is all my energy is zapped and I come down before I even get up.
I am beginning to see this moment as opportunity. My emotional edge. My practice is to stay there and listen, even as I want to run away. And practicing at this edge in yoga has opened up an awareness of the other places that I have only gotten as far as ass up and then quit and come back down again. Like right here, at this blog, whose title itself asks people to watch as I contort myself into vulnerable positions, or make mistakes, or tell you too much or nothing at all.
It's funny, I get to this point in posting, in finishing something and I have doubts about what I have to say. I feel confused and a void opens up inside of me. When I am writing it seems to be in my head. When I am going into handstand, it is right around the root chakra. And I have had these blanknesses in the past at different parts of my body during other parts of the process. During yoga teacher training, it was at my heart. While I practice taught I had panic attacks and again all I wanted was to run away. But I stuck with it because yoga teaching touches me on a visceral level. I feel as if I am coming late in life to something I was always meant to do. But it is also the thing that brings all my varied interests together. Something that brings the room together and makes students and me alike willing to try something that otherwise we wouldn't.
Here is where the spiritual work of yoga takes place: poise yourself ass over teacup and hold that feeling of emptiness. Breathe into that blip of space and time where a personal history of fear crosses with your current understanding of your abilities. Do this just good enough to learn from it for next time.
Last time I tried this in tri-pod, instinct told me to reach forward with my head, lengthen before I bring my head down, and I found a new geometry for lifting up. That is my plan for the blog too. I will let you know when it gets easier.
*This post was originally titled: Bringing it all together, or as Baron Baptiste says: “Yoga challenges your physical, emotional, spiritual edge." With blogging, as in yoga, I am always refining the posture.