My yoga practice today was different
Different because I actually had one
A beautiful one
Time stopped
And all the hassles
That shake their very annoying tambourines from the sidelines of my life
Fell silent
————/Usually
Even if I commit to a morning dance with my mat
I end up thinking about
All that other stuff
And we all have
Other stuff
Today I really tried to be
A little bit
——–Looser
Because it had been awhile
My muscles were stiff
So I did a little warming up
Bit of Ti Chi
A little karate/kung fu (my masters are Karate Kid, Bruce Lee and Kung Fu Panda – I know – Great Sage)
And a little circle/breath work
Which turned into jumping
Shaking
Aaaand a fast decline
Or upclimb
Into interpretive dance
So I was breathless and smiling broadly by the time I finally began my Yoga practice proper
Wow!
The difference it made to my thoughts
To my energy levels
To my happiness and content
Blissful
Guess what
I dropped myself
Shed my skin
And I like who I became
I decided to carry this new person
This one
Who
Takes herself lightly
Breaks into dance steps up the hallway
Wiggles her overgrown eyebrows
In the mirror instead of sighing
There has been too much
Sighing
Lately
Lighten up lighten up lighten up
And I realised
With a bomb that damn near flattened me into a chair
Or that may have been the over extension of my leg (what the hell was I thinking ? I blame Phirrel Williams)
This is everything that is wrong with me
I am too serious
I take my life too seriously
Life is the very last thing we should take seriously
We are here
For such a short time
Yet we load ourselves up with so much pressure
Pressure to succeed
Be good
Be great
Be brilliant
Be kind to everyone
To do
To
Be enlightened for Godsake
Tooooo much
And then wonder why
We get locked up
Stare at walls
And wonder far too deeply about how much
We fail
——No more
I’ve said it before but that was with a different handle on this thing
Called life
I’ve dropped
Out of that
Out of everything
Or rather the attitude
The bookwork
The housework
The work
Must still be done – I get that
But why not with dancing
Singing
And smiles
We are alive!
And I am not some slave of the domestic domocile’s ho hum
The work God’s nun
And I know that could be done
And said
Better
But I’ve quit trying so hard at that also
I’m a drop out
To the humdrum and the hohum and the mustbedone now!
And a drop in
Any time
Sort of a “insert poetical thing”
And every morning will now begin
With
Bad bad BAD wicked Kung fu
Circles and head flicks
High flung kicks
Interpretive dance
And yes
Yoga
Is it just me or is my new yoga mat a little um you know um…do you see it?? Picture above, I’m worried it’s just me 😳 anyway I’ve add a fleece for meditation and floor work because it’s just a bit tooooo much 😁😁
I absolutely love my yoga mat. Actually it’s not just yoga; a little bit of exercise in the morning is a great way to start the day. Its nice to know you’re liking yoga and it’s helping you take life as it comes😊
I’ve always gotten out of the house and gone for a run or a walk but lately there commitment to Yoga is what I’m enjoying most so going with that first and then whatever else second 😊
My aged legs are far too stiff for the hathayoga asanas. Pranayama, clear the mind, be quiet, stop thinking so much. Repeat, repeat, repeat for fifteen years. Everything else sheds away, don’t try it if you don’t want everybody around you to grow up and go away. Had to leave the mat behind, there was no room for it. Too bad, I could have used it to separate my body from the sand. Still….there is something called “the grounding movement” where you are supposed to go barefoot, and get electronically balanced. I have diabetic feet, which need to be protected from injury and infection, but according to the story, in Alaska people started digging holes and laid in the dirt in them, so that eventually they ended up losing their disability insurance.