Yoga, yoga everywhere

In my second week, yoga moved beyond the constraints of my brief morning practices. I find myself noticing the breath flowing in and out with the rhythm of ocean waves. Deep breaths that are visible by the movement of my chest and belly. Belly breathing! Once I struggled to relearn and now it comes naturally.

Throughout the day, my awareness moves to tight muscles while sitting in meetings and I consciously soften.

I spontaneously do mountain pose and side stretch when I am cooking or in the bathroom.

Yet I struggle in my practice. Memories of deep poses push me past my body’s edges. Every couple of days aches and pains remind me that my body is in a different state. My heels remain inches off the floor in downward facing dog. I cannot touch the floor in triangle pose.

Oh how intolerable this feels sometimes.

I recognize now that my past yoga practice has a touch of serene boastfulness. I would rise and rotate and settle in deeply to the poses. My minds eye would see grace, symmetry and balance in settings where the sun rose pink and golden over deep blue seas.

In nostalgic moments I press pass my stiff ligaments and popping joints. Twinges pull me back to my edge.

My yoga sessions are different this time around. I know the poses and the adaptations to make my practice safe.

I must practice acceptance and gentleness.

I must float not force.

We shall see what week three brings.

A jolly good morning

“Aren’t you glad you are flexible mom?”

My son and I were walking back from an early morning game of passing the puck on the icy roads near our house.

“Yes. I am.”

“I knew you would enjoy this game.” He said proudly with a twelve year olds wisdom.

And I did.

I enjoyed his company, the light of the early morning sky, the way most strangers smiled in amusement, the way he passed pucks accurately and softly this season (less chance of twilight blue marks on pale winter shins).

I enjoyed the way being a mom has made me less conventional.

But mostly I enjoyed his smiles and our laughter.

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Inspired by “jolly” in daily post and the first snow.

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The hard work of procrastination

Day 2 of my 365 day yoga challenge. The key is to start the day with my practice.

Over coffee, I assess my return to yoga after years of setting aside. I have lost so much flexibility. Over-stretching is highly possible. I need to be mindful and not go as deeply as I used to. Also, my core is soft and compacted. It’s like my insides have all collapsed into my pelvic bones.

I really should get going.

But first…

I need a catch phrase to sum up my theme for the week. Something that sticks in my mind. If I focus on flexibility I’ll over stretch. I was secretly so proud of my flexibility.

I got it. “Discover tightness”. How about “climb out of your pelvis”. Can I have two? Should I save one for next week. I can always come up with a new one. But what if I run out of ideas for catch phrases? I need 52 for a year.

I run through them in sequence. They work. I’ll take the risk.

Hmm.

I think I need a graphic to help me remember the catch phrase. Something that I can set as my phone home screen. It will motivate me. It will be hard to avoid yoga when I look at my meme multiple times each day.

I do have this new drawing app. It will be great to build some skills. I do like creating my own art for my blog.

Let’s do this!

That might be a bit hard to live up to.

I lay out my yoga mat. A timer will help me relax into my sun salutations. Otherwise I could go too long and forget to wake my do

Cosmic too jarring. Crescendo. Sounds like my phone. Zen sound too synthesized.

Doesn’t anyone have a simple chime.

I log onto iTunes.

There we go…

Wait a minute. $1.49 for a ring tone? That’s more expensive than a whole song. Ridiculous.

How about a meditation app?