For the last nine days, I’ve been dealing with fevers, vomit, snot, poop, and a million other things. My kids have the flu. Then they gave it to me. I wanted to write a special Valentine's post about love in the context of yoga, but blogging just wasn't going to happen. Not to mention, I’ve barely gotten on my mat except for a few quick stretches. Instead, my seventh series demanded my attention this week.
I’m totally okay with that.
Yoga is so much more than what we do on our mats, and I'm pretty sure the yoga blog-o-sphere will survive without my riveting Valentine's post. Honestly, taking care of flu-ridden children has given me the opportunity to practice yoga in ways that transcend my mat (and certainly my blogging)--patience, kindness, and non-attachment. And now that I’ve come down with it myself, those opportunities will extend into this week.
I (mostly) enjoy my second series practice, and blogging is one of my favorite creative and intellectual outlets. I’ll be glad to be well enough to get back to them. But in the meantime, I’m grateful for the reminder that my most important work is what I do when I get off my mat and close my laptop.