Embracing Imbalance
(A shared post written for Enlightened Mama)
I also think about yoga. Balance is a key element to every practice. Balance poses take on many forms, from the basic–stand tall with two feet on the ground, to the complicated–a handstand with ease. Either way, when you’re in the pose, in “balance,” your body is actually in constant motion, imbalanced, and working incredibly hard to be still, a state that gives the illusion of balance, but is never actually achieved. But it’s that motion, that activation of every cell of our bodies to try to be still, that wavering, the focus–that’s what keeps us going.
So how about we stop trying to achieve balance, as the marker of success? How about we accept that we will always be working at balance, because that state of imbalance is actually what drives and motivates us to figure out what we truly need in our lives to make us feel whole. Case in point: my son, the one who is on the strong antibiotics, just woke up to find me, awake and working at 1:45 in the morning. One might say–that’s terrible work/life balance to be awake at this hour, but I argue that I’m finding the perfect time for my creative juices to flow. He is experiencing some major imbalance in his gut, from the medicine that got him healthy in one way, but is now making him sick in another. When I ask him, if he wants anything for his tummy troubles, he says, “Yes! Mom, where are those probiotics??” in an effort to balance his imbalanced gut. I can’t express how much I love the fact that he, unprompted, KNOWS that his gut is messed up and he also knows how to fix it! He truly is embracing the imbalance to find the balance. I think we all could learn a lot from this young man! In gratitude and imbalance,Liz Lull |
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