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.
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