Yoga Me This
Yoga. Ten years ago, I practiced it with middling success. I could touch my toes and twist this way and that. When I went with my friend Alice, I always felt ridiculous while she leaned forward and reclined on her legs.
I moved an inch.
But, I could do other things. With practice, I developed some proficiency.
Yet, when my cousin invited me to attend a yoga class with her tomorrow, I almost had a panic attack. Can I even touch my toes anymore?
*Pop spine and fall flat on my face*
No. I can’t.
But, hey. My belly isn’t muffin-topping over my workout pants…….do I get points for that?
Maybe I’ll just be a tree the whole time…….oh, it’s not an audition for a part in a play. Dang, I can still sort of be a tree.
For five or ten seconds before I fall over.
Child’s pose……..I’ll just do it when I can’t do anything else……….will I be in child’s pose the whole time?………..can I pretend I’m meditating when I fall asleep that way?
In some ways, this yogic reminder comes at the perfect time. I need to slow down and be kinder to myself. Stop my hyperactive mind once in a while. Breathe.
Do you have a favorite yoga pose? Or other way you let go?