a lake of sorrow

Tonight I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t find the rhythm of my breath. I couldn’t find my body’s center. Sara talked about practitioners believing that they have a lake in their mind, and that the energy of yoga purifies that lake at the core of us. Tonight it was like that core of me was just. profoundly. sad. I would get close to the rhythm, and then this wave of emotion would overwhelm me. I felt like I had to choose between good practice and getting lost in emotion, or half-assed practice and keeping things in check. I chose the latter. I might have to go to class on Saturday to make up for this. My body’s not happy with me, nor I with it. I suppose at least the feeling is mutual?