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I’ve been practicing yoga for
15 or 20 years… give or take. During
that time, I’ve had a few “time outs” and slipped in my routine, but all in
all, I’ve stuck with it. My practice is like most things I
do….kinda-sorta. My years on the ski
slopes only took me to the lowest grade of intermediate…guess I’m just a
mediocre kind of gal. So my personal
journey with yoga is similar. I still
struggle with many of the poses, don’t know any Sanskrit language and fall
asleep during relaxation. (you’re not
supposed to be THAT relaxed) I can’t
help myself. I’m usually exhausted by
that point! “ In the moment, mindful”….are
you kidding? I’m only mindful of how
wonderful it feels to lie prone. Maybe
I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.
Come on, it is a lot to take it, isn’t it? For starters, there’s all different types of
yoga: Anusara, Hatha, Vinyasa, Ashtanga and Hot, for God’s sake. That’s
just to name a few. And the poses or
positions or postures (take your pick of terminology) have names like downward facing
dog, cobra, pigeon, cat, cow and my favorite, corpse. The idea is to synchronize your breath as you
move through the postures to heighten mind, body and spirit. The central philosophy is the law of
karma. You reap what you sow. To be more balanced, composed and
connected. I find the law of gravity plays a bigger
part. I caught a side angle glimpse of
myself in the floor to ceiling mirror yesterday….sprawled in down-dog. It was not a pretty sight. Humbling doesn’t even come close. My
yoga “bible” is titled “Yoga Over 50” and promises to help one “find the way to
vitality, health and energy in the prime of life.” That’s a pretty tall order and a mighty
promise, but I’m counting on it.
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