( originally published on a&o discover inspiration)
Yoga keeps me flexible.
Come with me to Friday. I want to be the ghost of yoga past. I entered class with expectations. This is always (yes always) a bad idea. I thought that because I was in one place, my class that day would prove out my current situation.
Life is nothing like an equation.
Standing separate leg stretching pose is one that I had nailed in my first bikram class. My head easily touched the mat. But over the next few weeks, it became harder. It seemed that as I progressed in one area I regressed in another.
Until I remained flexible.
I started breathing. Not in the way that keeps us from dropping dead. I extended my length of an exhale. I started taking deep cleansing breaths before even getting out of bed in the morning. In class teachers tell you to inhale at certain points and exhale at others so you can deepen more into a pose. God damn if this doesn’t work.
My head touched my mat. I also moved through the entire series with a grace that I can assure you doesn’t come easily. On top of it- my hot vinyasa class Saturday morning was truly exhilarating! I was on my mat, but I’m starting to get what a moving meditation means. Aw sookie, sookie now.
Each day that I practice I find that there is an opening that gets bigger. Sometimes it’s in my hamstrings. Sometimes it’s in my heart. Starting a new career and realizing what truly can make me happy have been a tumultuous but enlightening journey indeed. Yoga has been a way for me to let go of some of those worries and embrace new ones. While trying to live in the moment there’s a time when you do nothing but live in the past.
Suddenly your mind catches up with your spirit. Or your spirit catches up with your mind. Or your mind catches up with your spirit.
You get it.
And apparently so do I. Today anyway. And really today is all that matters.