I recently started taking dance classes again after a much-too-long, four-year hiatus. Returning to something that was a passion and a big part of my life has been a true joy. I didn't even realize how much I missed dancing until I was about, oh, 3 minutes into my first class back.
This experience and my exploration of svadhyaya (self study) in my classes this past week reminded me of this passage by Cyndi Lee:
Doing yoga is a lot like gardening. As a gardener, you cultivate the ground, plant seeds, water them, and diligently pull out all the weeds. You know you can’t actually make your flowers bloom, but you do all you can to create the optimal conditions for that to happen. Similarly, as a yoga practitioner, you know you can’t will a handstand to materialize or a hip to open. You can’t force your heart or mind to open, either. But you can engage in the process of yoga by committing to a consistent practice, paying attention to how your body and mind unfold along the way, and surrendering to the outcome. [Yoga] gives both the gardener and the yogi the patience and the ability to trustfully receive the fruits of their actions.
I invite you to take a close look at the parts of your life that you water, the weeds that you discard, and the seeds that you plant.