Monday, May 2, 2011


My yoga practice has become more of a meditation and less for exercise. That is not to say that I don’t get those totally sweaty practices where sweat drips from my nose onto the mat because that happens every time I practice. But it is so much more for my mind—for my own sense of quiet—to check in with myself. Checking in is something I am denied most of the day. Baby S doesn’t really allow much time for me. She demands so much. I want to give her so much. It leaves very little for me.

I search out the quiet. When I am yogaing, I concentrate on a pose or breath or gaze and I do not think about babies or husbands or pain or how tired I am or how long it’s been since I have had a brow wax. I just get strong in the pose and breathe, focusing my mind into the movement, holding, breathing. I love those moments.

1 comment:

  1. It sounds like you are more focused than I am. Usually when I am at yoga, I am either thinking about how terrible this pose is and when can I stop, or about the millions of things that I should be doing besides yoga. Then chiding myself for thinking that and for not being in the pose, in the moment. Go H.