I’m not a yogi by any stretch of the imagination (ha – see what I did there?), but when I think intention, I think about setting an intention for my yoga practice. In reality, my “practice” is a once a week class I may (or may not) attend at my gym.
For a stretch in the summer, I was a regular. After work, I’d go to yoga class, then join my hubby and our neighbors at a local restaurant for trivia. I can’t remember what made me fall out of the habit. More than the physical benefits, I loved the way yoga soothed my anxiety. Slowing down, thinking about my breath helped to quiet my soul.
Setting an intention, a thought I want to consider for an entire hour, seems like a huge task, but in reality, I always kept it simple.
Thinking about the intention of yoga translates into real life as well. I want to make serving God some big hairy thing. Instead, it is love and service in small faithful steps. Not always easy, mind you. And never without cost. But a flow.
First one thing, then the next.
Small step, big step.
Until the job is done.