Monday, December 8, 2008


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I've tried yoga a few times throughout the years and found it both surprisingly strenuous and pretty boring. I'm not sure what compelled me to try it once again, especially since the last two times I tried it, I couldn't sit down for three days and I wrenched my back out something fierce (like can't sit upright fierce). The difference this time is that I went to an actual yoga studio and that has made all the difference. It is a great supplement to my overall efforts to exist in the present borrowing no trouble from either the past or the future. I think more about myself in the moment, what my body is doing, how it is feeling, where I am tense from clenching, what I might do to relieve a present stress. I'm not sure how long I'll go or whether it will become a regular part of my life but I have found so far that I really look forward to being outside of my mind for an hour and trying to listen only to my body. I enjoy the break from watching others and wondering what they think about me. I enjoy the break from being aware of my body as it relates to how I and others see it or judge it. I enjoy the concept of waiting for my body to give me an invitation to a deeper form of a particular posture. I enjoy not forcing it. I enjoy how I feel when the practice is over. It isn't the same as I've felt after other exercise where I'm glad for an end to suffering.

I will however, note that last Saturday, I went and there was a girl in the class who exhaled with an orgasmic sigh that I found distracting. It was difficult for me to allow her the experience she was having without being annoyed at how it was impacting mine. It reminded me of the Friends episode where Phoebe can't give Monica a massage because she makes sex noises. I'm hoping I don't see her again but I'll definitely know if she's in class that day.

1 comment:

Good-Grace said...

Wow... you make me want to try yoga. (Nan says she likes it.)

That last part is too funny ... and completely annoying. (... and really, how ef-ing rude. like that's NOT going to be a distraction to everyone else in the room. Get a grip chick. Maybe she needs some attention... the way my kids act out when I haven't given them enough time.)