Heart Full

We come to class, we roll out our mats, and follow our breath to find our center. This is the ideal. I usually get to step two, rolling out the mat. From there, it’s only a matter of time before I’m distracted. Hopefully, its the effort I’m putting in to sustaining the pose that’s distracting me, or maybe my determination to hold on that extra breath, and take my practice to the next level. But usually it isn’t. Sometimes, I’m distracted by the thong in full view, in front of me because the pants on the girl dip too low when she sits. Plummer style.

I’m bothered by this conundrum — should I tell her, I know I’d want to know! I figure, it’s OK, only I notice — since only i have the “backseat”. But then a man rolls out his mat next to me, and … as I predicted, he notices too, and now I feel REALLY obliged to tell her, but I don’t. Instead, I chew over this for what seems like hours. Thoughts like this, throw my practice off center. I chastise myself, I shouldn’t be so easily distracted. It’s not about how others look, or even how I look, this is my time to focus inwardly, and see what’s true.
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