Yoga
Yoga
I'm feeling incredibly smug this morning - I got up early and did a 40 minute yoga practice to some lovely music and now feel great! Before my husband retired I used to do a practice nearly every weekday after he left for work, but it's harder to get out of bed when it's nice and snug and you have someone to cuddle and chat to. Gradually my yoga practice has reduced to a once a week class, during term time, with nothing during the Christmas, Easter, and summer breaks.
Coming back to it always feels like coming home. I love the discipline of concentrating on the breath and alignment, the focus the exertion gives you, the feeling of being alive when you finish. So why don't I do it more often????
Rising early, I pull out my mat
Unroll it across the boarded floor
Turn on some soothing music
Stand still, and breathe.
Immediately my focus turns inside
To my breath, the alignment of my body,
My pulse calms to an easier rhythm,
The outside world disappears.
My concentration increases
As I move through the well known sequences
Pushing myself further into each asana
Opening, or folding, further with each repetition
With each breath of a held pose,
Daring myself to try harder poses,
Facing the fear and pushing my boundaries,
Becoming my best self.
Why do we stop doing what makes us well
That gives us the rush of energy,
The flush of being alive?
We're so short sighted
We forget how we'll feel later
In the lure of an easy here and now.
© Copyright 2018. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
I'm feeling incredibly smug this morning - I got up early and did a 40 minute yoga practice to some lovely music and now feel great! Before my husband retired I used to do a practice nearly every weekday after he left for work, but it's harder to get out of bed when it's nice and snug and you have someone to cuddle and chat to. Gradually my yoga practice has reduced to a once a week class, during term time, with nothing during the Christmas, Easter, and summer breaks.
Coming back to it always feels like coming home. I love the discipline of concentrating on the breath and alignment, the focus the exertion gives you, the feeling of being alive when you finish. So why don't I do it more often????
Rising early, I pull out my mat
Unroll it across the boarded floor
Turn on some soothing music
Stand still, and breathe.
Immediately my focus turns inside
To my breath, the alignment of my body,
My pulse calms to an easier rhythm,
The outside world disappears.
My concentration increases
As I move through the well known sequences
Pushing myself further into each asana
Opening, or folding, further with each repetition
With each breath of a held pose,
Daring myself to try harder poses,
Facing the fear and pushing my boundaries,
Becoming my best self.
Why do we stop doing what makes us well
That gives us the rush of energy,
The flush of being alive?
We're so short sighted
We forget how we'll feel later
In the lure of an easy here and now.
© Copyright 2018. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved
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