Voices from the 889 Yoga Community
Some people get their best thoughts / eureka moments in the shower. The final resting pose in yoga is my shower equivalent. I know that savasanna is a time when I should try to think of nothing, but it is when I think of everything. True to my monkey mind self, meditation and savasanna are extremely difficult states for me. Here’s a fairly recent savasanna train of thought; a bit of summer for you on this winter day.
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There is a chimney that peeks through the trees, as if straight from one of Aesop’s Fables, when you look out of the Sun Studio’s window. I like to place my mat there so that I can catch a glimpse of it during every class.
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In big bold letters on my mental holiday wish list, I wrote: NEW YOGA MAT. Granted no one but me could see this list, it was still something I really hoped to get.
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The “January Joiner” phenomenon is new to me. It is this annual surge of New Year’s Resolutionaries, the people who sign up at the start of the year for gym memberships only to revert back to their pre-resolution states soon after.
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This is the short tale of a sad garden that made me happy this past summer. I have two brown thumbs. They match my stiff yogini limbs perfectly.
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The distance between the back of my heel and the mat when in downward dog has hardly diminished since my yoga practice began. I am fairly certain that the day my heel meets the floor in one effortless move, I will let out a slight squeal.
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I am the girl who leaves one eye open during meditation.
Am I doing it properly? Am I the only one? I take comfort in the surround sound of knees cracking from my fellow newbie practitioners—you’re my people.
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