Wendy took me and my Yoga up the mountain. This, of course, was an entire season ago, right after my 38th birthday, but I am just getting around to posting it now. I wanted some photographs of my my 38-year old self, and she wanted some practice with her medium format film camera. Because she is awesome like that. Perfect match.
Truth be told, I have not actually ever been to a Yoga class. I have a few DVD's I cling to. Including, I am ashamed to say, P-90X Yoga. It's true. And I'm not sure that can be called true Yoga, because at some point the beefy guy gets so intense that he starts yelling at his fellow Yogees... "Harder! Harder! Push it!"..... Not to mention the time near the end of the segment when he starts to quote Forrest Gump.
Nope. It is not Kosher Yoga by any means.
But in the past couple of years I've learned to tune his voice out, and listen to myself as I stretch and move from one pose to another. I have been enlightened, strengthened and calmed as I've learned to really listen to what my mind, body and heart whisper to me as they move together. It's hard to put into words what I experience, but here I go, giving it a try...
- Peace. Be in this moment in peace.
- Fighting discomfort exacerbates the problem. Just let it be what it is. Peacefully. It shapes me and proves me.
- I can do the whole class with half ass effort and experience nothing, sweat not a drop. Or I can focus and allow myself to truly experience it, sweat pouring, allowing myself to be transformed. Same movements, same time, but a radically different outcome.
- I am strong.
- I am confident.
- I am whole.
- I am able.
- I am learning.
- I like the Vinyasa yoga best because my soul wants to move, to grow, to expand, to be on its way. The movement and change is good for me.
- I am part of something bigger than myself.
- I am bigger than myself.
- I am the sum of all my parts.
- Stand in my place and be not moved.
I really need to get myself into an actual Yoga class. Imagine what I could learn there, eh.
(all photos courtesy of Almota Roses Photography. Thank you, friend.)