Sorry to lay the Chumbawamba on you, but this lyric always pops into my head when I fall over in yoga class, which happens frequently. It happens to everyone, no matter how experienced or advanced. Even in something as simple as a tree pose. An imaginary puff of air blows by and you feel yourself begin to waver from side to side. You try to regain your balance but it's too far gone, you have to step out. The important thing is what happens next. Do you feel angry, frustrated, bad about yourself? Or are you able to laugh, shake your head, think of Chumbawamba, and try again? My teacher was talking this week about the Buddhist idea that being enlightened isn't about being perfect, it's about being ok with your imperfections. Luckily, this is something we get to practice all the time.
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