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Free. Yoga.

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Writing 101, Day Nineteen: Don’t Stop the Rockin’
On this free writing day, remember the words of author Anne Lamott: “I don’t think you have time to waste not writing because you are afraid you won’t be good at it.”

 

Yoga. This makes me think of yoga. I have practiced yoga for about 10 years now. The first few were in front of a mirror. Then I joined a studio without one. At first it felt funny. As a dancer, I was used to checking everything in the mirror. But in the long run, I really appreciate it.  Yoga has an inward, personal quality, so there’s no need for a mirror. Some people get frustrated because they can’t see themselves in order to make corrections. I get it. But feeling the poses physically and mentally is most important. Hopefully everyone has awesome instructors like I do, and will be corrected when necessary.

I do take one class a week in a studio with a mirror. It’s one of those mirrors with different sections. Fat sections. Skinny sections. So irritating. I get there early so I can get a spot that is NOT in front of the mirror. I only feel disappointed when I look at myself in the mirror these days. I feel much more comfortable just FEELING the strength and the stretch.

In the month of May, we did yoga by the pool. So awesome. I wrote a very brief post about it a while back with the above photo. I really love that photo, by the way. No mirror, of course. No front. No back. Kind of a semi circle. Very nice. Loved it.

I took a few yoga classes while on vacation. I love doing that. I’m spoiled by the awesome teachers who have trained me. Nobody measures up. This time, though, I heard blatant mistakes, like ‘pretty much lock your knee’ and ‘I take requests’. Come on man! Know your stuff, teach the class with confidence. Regardless of that, I was just happy to be doing yoga. I’ve been doing it long enough to know what’s good and not so good for me. Someday, I promise, I will get certified in yoga.

I like this free writing idea. It feels good today. Having trouble getting to 400 words, but I’ll just keep rambling until I do. And then I’ll have a nice quiet lunch while my daughter naps. Then I’ll enjoy one of my few guilty pleasures. My soap opera. Can’t believe I still watch this thing after about 35 years, but what the hell! It could be worse.