My favorite blanket

I’ve noticed something about my yoga practice over time. It’s not just that I gravitate toward a yoga blanket… it’s that I reach for the same color blanket almost every time.

Out of a whole stack, my hands somehow find that one first. The familiar color. The one that feels right before I’ve even thought about it.

At first I wondered if that was strange.

But maybe it isn’t.

Maybe our bodies and nervous systems recognize what feels supportive, comforting, and safe long before the mind explains it. A certain color, a certain texture, a certain weight ..something about it quietly says you can soften here.

It reminds me of a line from Becky Hemsley’s poem: “A sunflower doesn’t try to be a rose.”

The sunflower doesn’t question why it turns toward the sun. It simply does. It follows what nourishes it, what helps it grow.

Maybe choosing the same blanket color again and again is a little like that .. a quiet turning toward what feels right for us.

In yoga we talk a lot about listening to the body. Sometimes that listening shows up in small ways… like the prop we reach for without thinking.

And maybe that isn’t strange at all.

Maybe that’s practice.

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