Cobbin

As I prep for next Tuesday, I wanted to share this ancient story.

A crow lands on a coconut tree. In that same moment, a coconut falls to the ground.
And the question that’s puzzled philosophers for centuries is this — did the crow cause the coconut to fall… or was it simply the coconut’s time?
It’s a beautiful question. The kind that opens something up inside you when you really sit with it.
But then — and I want you to really hear this — I get The Rock’s voice in my head. Hand raised. Palm facing outward.
“It doesn’t matter.”
Not because the question isn’t interesting. But because here’s what we actually control: the landing. The showing up. The crow doing what crows do — fully, completely, without one eye on the coconut.
The coconut will fall when it falls.
Your job — my job — is to act. To move. To land on the branch with everything we have, and then release any attachment to what drops.

Yoga is more than poses; yoga is life. Try to remember, don’t hold the pose, hoping for a result. You are the pose.
Do the thing for the love of the thing. Land on the branch. Let the universe handle the coconuts.