One of the blogging201 assignments was to link our blogs to our social networking sites. After much contemplation I decided to link this blog only to my instagram. I’m not blogging for fame or fortune. I’m blogging to simply expand my creative side through writing. And, to be honest, I’d much rather total strangers read my stuff than my FB friends. Weird? Probably. But there it is.
I started posting A view from the mat on my instagram because every morning when I set out to do yoga, I take a minute to admire the view. I practice yoga in the prettiest room my house. Not only is the room pretty but the view looking out into the marsh is amazing. At sunrise the birds come to the feeders and the sky usually turns a beautiful shade of pink. Sometimes orange, red, or purple. My cat loves to watch the birds and usually when I’m down on the mat, most of my animals come to stretch with me. It’s not uncommon for my cat to perch on my chest while I’m down there.
Anyone else out there practice yoga? Where’s your favorite place to practice?
Pain. It’s not something I used to talk about. I didn’t need to. It didn’t apply to me. Lately though, seems all I think about is pain. My physical, unrelenting pain. And for those that don’t know me…I am not a conventional medicine kind of gal. I don’t even like taking over-the-counter pain relievers. And usually don’t unless I absolutely have to! I’ve always assumed these beliefs stem from my journey with the twelve step program. So, here I embark on a new journey. The journey into middle-age; peri-menopausal and arthritic, and pissed off but still trying to be happy and content even with all of the chaos in my head.
And, in this journey, yoga has become my friend and nemesis.
When yoga is my nemesis, I curse the lack of progress. I despair over my tight hip and hamstring. I whine at my knee that just won’t move the way I think it should move. My shoulders: why have they failed me? Curse the stupid fucking elbow and forearm! And don’t even get me started on the calf pain that won’t allow me long walks on the beach.
However, there are times when yoga is my friend. With music playing and incense burning, I sink into my mat. When I’m feeling stiff and uncomfortable in my own skin yoga loves me anyway. Like a supportive hug from someone I love, yoga allows me to relax. I just breathe and let my body open up. I feel my body respond to the letting go and my mind follows suit. I release everything.
Yoga permits me to let go of my physical stress. It is my prescription for pain relief. All I have to do is open up and let it take me into the moment.
p.s. Here’s a view from my mat.