|Dancer Pose - Practiced on a Rock, Pacuare River, Costa Rica|
Actually, in a fit of self-indulgence, I went to two yoga classes yesterday.
Its not that I haven't been practicing yoga regularly otherwise - I usually practice at least twice a week. But its is typically only for about 25 minutes at a time, using one of the several yoga videos that I have on my phone. My brain and body have the sequences memorized so the benefits of the practice, while present, have diminished over time. Unless I am fully present, which is rare, my mind tends to wander rather than focusing on my breath or alignment. I still love the practice, and it is the only yang to the yin of the rest of my life, but it simply is not comparable to the deepening into that being in a class facilitates, through the instruction, adjustments, and solidarity.
Yesterday I moved and stretched and held my body still in ways that I hadn't in a very long time. Some hip-opening poses felt creaky, some flexibility-based poses like splits felt impossible, and some energetic poses like forearm stand felt like I had been practicing them daily. I alternated between feeling challenged, deeply meditative, somewhat restless, and totally relaxed. I left the experience feeling like a deep well inside of me had been filled to the brim with something warm and quiet and peaceful.
The doing of something new, the trying of something, the moving of my body in a different way was what I needed, mentally and physically yesterday and I took advantage of the time I had. I am better and calmer and stronger for the experience. I won't do this every week, but it is nice to know that the option is there if I need it and that smaller doses of it are fine too.
|Sometimes All You Need is a Fresh Perspective|