I’m learning the meaning of yoga glow.
Saturday morning I went to my regular class. Morning yoga for me is much much different than practicing in the afternoon. It’s more difficult and requires much more patience and concentration. I don’t have the range of motion or the flexibility first thing in the morning that I do after I’ve spent the day moving around. Because of this, I try to be more kind to myself when a posture isn’t quite what I expect it to be.
All of that said, after class Saturday my teacher came over and asked about my recent injury. First—how caring and professional of her to remember and follow up! Second—her next statement made my day. She said that my stretches were nice and deep and looking good. Nice and deep! Practicing more than once or twice a week is making a difference. There’s no doubt I was glowing.
It was a tough Sunday—frustrations abounded. Thanks, full moon, for making everyone annoying. Those frustrations followed me to Monday. By the time I got home last night all I wanted to do was sink into my comfort zones—eating and sleeping. I indulged myself in both, but with responsibility. I had a nice light dinner and a quick nap. Then off to yoga! Something I NEVER thought I would say: busting a good sweat really wiped my slate clean. I went home feeling much lighter and cleaner, both physically and emotionally. Again, I was glowing!
Every class offers something: Patience begins with me. If I can be patient and tolerant with myself then I can carry that forward to the world.