A few weeks ago I started taking a beginning yoga class. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. My body, not so much.
Well, that’s not really true. True is that I have a not so good back, and that not so good back has been shepherded along by a trainer for the last eight years. She got to know my body so well that I stopped trying to figure out on my own what might set off my intricate spinal system, and just trusted that she would know. And she did. And she made me stronger and taught me that I could actually do things I didn’t think I would ever do again. She was the most awesome. Until she moved to California. Yup, another one bites the dust to the West Coast (as if it’s not enough that my boy is there). That goddamn state is killing me.
Back to yoga. The trainer who I’ll call Colleen, (because that’s her name!) did a mixture of yoga and core work, and weight training with me. But see I never really thought the yoga was real yoga. But then I got to this class, and I saw that it was indeed real yoga. And that I was actually familiar with many of the moves already.
Only a funny thing happened.
I understood them in a sort of different way. This is a theme for me. Maybe for everyone, if you turn on your awareness. It depends on where you stand, physically and mentally as to how a piece of information reaches you, affects you, makes you act. This class and wonderful teacher is explaining to us all what to do to strike a pose, and my little pea brain, is being able to hear it in a way that allows my body to dig deep into its Colleenmemoryarea and create it in a deeper more aware way. I’m not explaining this well at all, but let’s just say, I can do this shit, in a more thoughtful way and I’m loving it!
Today I have a head cold that will prevent me from going to my class, but not from trying to do my little tree pose (which I’ve been practicing (I’ve decided to be a Magnolia), on my own.
Gratitude to the excellence of Roni Brisette Yoga. Namaste. Sneeze,cough, sniff.