In trichonasana the extended leg is the root which gives support to the opposite side in motion. Commencing this pose my outstretched limb trembles. Odd . . . but perhaps not.
As a runner, I have always been known for great strength in the legs. But it was a power which came from motion: running to the next hopefully better horizon, running from the disowned past, always further, ever faster.
Remaining motionless, grounded in the present takes a new strength.
Vrksasana comes next. A tree rooted, balanced flexibility, all movement graceful, coming from the source - the centre. I wobble - shaky body, shaky being.
A tree early uprooted by unfavourable conditions may sometimes find a new place, a different splendour, a different home. It can be a message.
Roots can be found on a beach leagues from their point of origin - new beauty, new belonging.
Driftwood. I should have known.
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