We are spending a week in small town Colorado, decompressing and soaking in some heavenly hot springs. This is the first time in about a year that I have been away from my local yoga studio for an extended period, and not on a yoga retreat.
I am finding myself seeking out snippets of time and space every day to practice a few poses—no music, no studio, no teacher, no yoga DVD, sometimes no mat—just my body and breath. I smile to think about the days when I had to make myself do yoga on vacation…and then feel guilty because I would never quite get around to it.
Now I can’t seem to NOT do yoga. On the long drive out, I would stretch and grab a trikonasana or two at stops along the way. My daughter said, “Whenever you stretch, it looks like you are doing yoga.” I pause, waiting for the teen eye roll, then she says, “I think that is so cool.” Yeah, me too.
One of the reasons I started this blog was to explore in writing, pictures and other media what yoga means to me so I can integrate it more fully into my life. Although I am just starting, it has already made me more attuned to my senses and experiences. Still, I have many thoughts and feelings that are not ready for prime time, so I am also going to write along with a friend’s 60 Day Summer Writing Challenge. My journaling is a hit and miss (mostly miss) affair, so this is an opportunity to add some structure and build a stronger writing practice. Perhaps some of those thoughts will see the light of day here, but I am giving myself permission to let the writing flow without editing. One technique I learned long ago was to put pen to paper and not lift it again until the page was filled or the timer went off. The prompt for Day 1: Who am I? Here we go…..