That about sums up physical practice as of late.
The subtler aspects of the yoga practice were temporarily abandoned yesterday as I shook in rage and struggled to keep myself from using harsh words or gouging eyeballs or pulling hair. If I was less human and more beast, the teeth would have been gnashing, the hackles would have been on edge, and guttural snarls would be spilling forth in place of the hailstorm of profanity I chose to use instead.
Hours later, I noticed the anger was still affecting me. The shoulders pinched towards my ears, the breath was hot and quick, the stomach churned with bitter acid. I took a few breaths and let it all go.
Normally a fairly even-tempered and laid-back kinda gal, these tantrums do nothing but remind me that I have no power over the actions of others… but how I react to these actions, that’s where my power lies.
Ah. Samskaras. They’re everywhere.