When I get all tangled up inside, I move outside. And one of the miracles of nature occurs – the knots, previously myriad and unfathomably complicated, spontaneously loosen and often vanish. Breakthroughs are made.
Sometimes I forget to go outside, but then my all seeing love and husband will gently take me by the hand and lead me there.
I’m sure it’s no coincidence that my favourite beginner’s yoga pose is Vrksasana, or Tree Pose. I don’t always make it, but there is such a sweet spot there of spaciousness and strength there that I want to find each day.
I’ve been taking photos of some magnificent trees down here in Stoneleigh Abbey. Some of them are literally five or more centuries old, but it was this youngish eucalyptus that caught my eye today whilst processing them.
I took the image because of the fascinating pattern of the bark, but when I looked today I noticed its inherent strength … it’s natural dignity and pose. Look at the man made brick wall behind it. Compare the two. Which one do you think stands stronger?
Perhaps when I’m lying awake in bed at an ungodly hour, with my head full of nonsense, I should bring the outside in and get my Vrksasana on.