Oh yoga. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I have been practicing yoga consistently for a year now. Maybe that means I can call myself a yogi. I remember the first class I took and exactly how it made me feel. Release. All the tension in my body just melted away. And I remember thinking “why haven’t I been doing this before now?” I couldn’t wait to take another class.
That first class, I could barely touch my toes. Tonight my hands met for the first time in a bind, contorted behind my leg. I also learned a new way to balance on my forearms. Progress is motivating, but even if it never occurred I would still practice.
You see, that release has moved past the physical. Yoga quiets my spirit and focuses my mind. It’s a 3 for 1 deal that has transitioned to life off the mat. Acknowledge self, do the work, quiet your spirit, listen to God.
It also provides community. We may all be there for different reasons, have different beliefs, but we are quietly inspired and encouraged by each other as we breathe together. No judgement. That’s what it feels like to me. We all need a place like that.
P.S. Oz does an awesome downward dog. He inspires me too!