I was just reminded how deeply refreshing my yoga practice can be.
In the midst of the late afternoon hustle at home and feeling scattered and unsettled, I decided to tuck away in my room and do the yoga that I’ve been putting on the back burner all week.
I’m so glad that I did.
As I moved through the motions, the fresh spring air from the opened windows blew in, and I was literally serenaded with the songs of the sweet birds outside my window.
I could feel myself slowing and following my breath, exhaling the heaviness in my spirit and exchanging it for lightness and calm. I cleared the canvas of my mind and settled in to truly being in my breath and in my body … seeing and feeling wellness and strength.
When i stumbled across a book at the bookstore last spring: “Yoga for Cancer,” I knew it was one that I needed to take home.
I’ve always admired those that do yoga, and have even tried a couple of classes over the years, but never really embraced a practice.
And now, as I look back over this past year of my yoga practice, I know for sure that there is nothing out-of-reach or magical about it; no reason to think that it’s something only others with some special skill or talent can practice.
In fact, it is simply me being ME … fully, with deep breath and gentle movement and the joy of stretching and feeling my breath deep within my body and seeing healing unfold.
These are the basics of my routine:
- Supervision of little boys delegated 🙂
- Retreat to my bedroom
- Pandora tuned in to “Calm Meditation” station
- Blinds and window open to fresh air
- Yoga mat unrolled and a routine selected from the book (lately, I’ve loved one called “Gaining Strength”)
I modify the routine as needed and never stress about doing the exact number of repetitions. I have yet to attempt more advanced poses but I can see going there soon and for now, am loving gaining strength and experiencing the incredible calm and restoration that comes each time.