the uniqueness of us all
One of the greatest challenges of pregnancy, and of being a parent, is that you can't look to anyone else for lessons on how to do it. You can find inspiration, you can learn techniques, but each child and each birth is a unique as a snowflake; no one is exactly like another.
As spring lights up every corner with its kaleidoscope of blooms, its prancing lambs and the first hint of warmth from the sun, I am reminded that every spring is unique, every flower intricately and subtly different, every newborn a unique creation. Most of us aspire to being masters in our trade, to reaching the point of knowing everything we need to know, but ultimately we fail. In yoga too, I easily believe the lie that one day I will have made it. I find myself reprimanding myself for not having read more books on yoga or having watched more YouTube videos.
Yoga though is a practice of self-acceptance rather than a yearning for knowledge and achievement. In remembering that everyone is unique, I can find solace in the fact that I will never be the ‘perfect’ teacher or know everything about yoga, as there is not one set of rules or lessons, but an infinite amount for an infinite amount of possibilities.