We have guests staying with us at the moment. It’s the time of year that, if you live in the country, especially near a river and a beach, you will have visitors. I love it.
Unfortunately, one of our guests who is staying with us has not been well. Nothing too serious, but off-colour enough to be a-abed. She doesn’t want to be made a fuss of but, as the hostess, I feel responsible. I end up being solicitous. In situations where I want to be of help and feel I can’t, I get overly attentive, which ends being annoying.
I can see the responsible side of my personality come to the surface, even in a situation where I sense I’m not needed, offering support, kind words, chicken soup…. But really some of the time, I’m just trying to avoid feeling guilty because I may perceived as not having done enough.
Life shouldn’t be so complicated. Yoga is meant to fix our neuroses. Isn’t it?
Despite differences in birth, place, and era, our behaviour continully perpetuates itself because of the unity of form between memory and mental permeation.*
*The Essence of Yoga – Reflections on the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, translation and commentary by Bernard Bouanchaud.