By Edith Lazenby
There are three doshas in Ayurveda, the healing branch of yoga.
Ayurveda is translated by some to mean the wisdom of life. The three doshas describe our character and constitution.
Kapha is the more nurturing grounded dosha and is governed by earth and water. Pitta is the firey dosha and is governed by fire and water. Vata is the one where those individuals think fast and call for grounding and is governed by air and ether.
Vata rules the nervous system. Pitta rules metabolism and Kappha rules growth and the immune system.
As a Vata/Pitta I am all over the map and my emotions are quick. I think too fast. I move too fast. I am always doing more than one thing at once. I cry for grounding and feeling my roots into the earth. I buck schedules and regimen and discipline.
Yoga asks me to go inside. Yoga asks me to take all my disparate parts and bring them together into a harmonious whole. Yoga asks me to balance and be present. Yoga asks me to breathe. Yoga asks me to take responsibility for how I am.
And my Vata nature cries I will do what I want when I want.
Or maybe that is the toddler in me and has nothing to do with my Vata nature. Either way, Ayurveda says I could go to bed at the same time every night. I do yoga. I could eat foods that support my constitution better. I need to cut out soda and caffeine and eat more whole grains, dairy, ghee, fresh fruits and cooked vegetables.
Next week I move again and get all my belongings out of storage. My root chakra is happy to say the least. I will create a home once again out of what I own and know. And I will have a new kitchen, my juicer and my housemate has a blender. And I will have my kitchen gear with me once again.
I have lived here in Baltimore about a year only. I have new teaching opportunities. I have burned a few bridges and made new alliances elsewhere. I have new friends. I am writing and practicing yoga again.
As a friend said I am smart, so I will figure it out. I have the tools. I have all I need to find balance and my toolbox is not lacking.
Once I get my beloved books out, I will begin again. I move the day before Thanksgiving. I have no plans this year but might buy some candles and pull out my cookbooks and create something special.
Once again I will have a home.
Editor: Dana Gornall