I just don’t know how I could have gone months without doing yoga. Well I do know, so I won’t be too hard on myself, but I do pray not to fall off the wagon again. And the truth is that it is exactly when things are hard, painful, challenging and demanding that a discipline like yoga really helps.
Like yesterday for instance, I was really happy to start again and couldn’t wait to roll out my mat. But once I was lying on it, during the initial slowing down and becoming aware of my breath, things were going on in my mind and I had trouble relaxing, so much so that I almost got up and left.
But I didn’t, I stuck it out and with each conscious inhale and exhale my heart rate slowed down and my mind stopped fighting with me.
And even when, between a sun salutation or a warrior one pose, or any of the twists and stretches, my mind tried to say “Hey, I’m still here,” I was able to breathe it away.
By the way, did you know that when you twist your spine without moving your waist, not only do you strengthen the spine and dorsal muscles, but those muscles squeeze your internal organs, giving them a massage and increasing the blood flow, which has a rejuvenating effect.
The asanas, or poses, free blocked energy and the effect is energizing. So much so, that afterwards I went for a walk around Halsey Pond, then I went to the supermarket before finally going back home. I left the house without having breakfast; by the time I got back at 3 o’clock, I wasn’t even hungry (I did have some samples at Stew Leonard though 😉 )
My back and neck muscles are a bit sore this morning, but that is to be expected.
All things considered, yesterday was not a bad day. That is until Hedi, a long time reader of my blog, left me a message last night, that the daughter of one of her husband’s colleagues had taken her life yesterday.
Her suicide, seemingly bullying induced.
I would like to ask everyone who reads my blog, to please join me in prayer for this newly stricken family.
I cannot dwell too much on how I know how they are feeling, because I am still pretty raw myself and my solar plexus feels all out of sync right now.
I have been saying it for months, suicide is a big thing, an every fifteen minute occurrence in this country. People might be overwhelmed and wonder how it can possibly be tackled, how can one make a difference.
I agree, it can be overwhelming. But all that is asked of each one of us, is that we do our part, however big or small that part may be. And that is what makes a difference.
For my part, I have been asked to speak at a fundraiser in Manhattan for the Trevor Project on the 24th of this month, and I have agreed.
I hope you all have a good and productive day.