I began my yogic journey almost 2 years ago, and approached it with a child-like curiosity. When I started, I was cautioned by many people I loved against opening myself up to the practice. There are many stereotypes that go along with yoga, after all. Some funny, some downright offensive. I may be a hippie, but I am not ‘dirty’, nor do I smell bad, thank you very much. 😉 So I began learning about yoga very quietly, in the comfort of my own room, and read what I could online to learn about the lifestyle of yoga, of certain asanas, and of the healing benefits it offers.
I remember my first taste of yoga distinctly. I was stressed out from a day of work, and felt the need to stretch. I popped in a yoga DVD my aunt had in her house lying around (shes awesome and we were living together for a time), turned out the lights, and learned to just… breathe. The stress of the day melted as I breathed through poses that were challenging, and stretched muscles I forgot I had. I went through many asanas and when the video was finished, I sat sweating on the floor as a rush of joy flowed through my body. I felt at peace, I felt calm, and I felt centered. I fell in love!
My yoga journey is something I recently fell back into picking up after a long leave of absence. And can I say, I still struggle with Downward Dog. I was the kid that growing up couldn’t touch my toes.
However, this is my goal:
I mean, just look at her! I dream of having her strength of mind and heart! I just finished with my night of yoga with my husband, and it was lovely, so I thought I’d encourage you, friend. If you have yet to take the plunge and try yoga, DO IT. You will not regret it. Or just turn on Zen Garden radio on Pandora, lay on the floor in child’s pose (below) and breathe deeply. Relax, chill out, and just… be.
Peace and love!