Yesterday, I did a little yoga with a local teacher online and within seconds was thinking of this experience. Such a cavernous space between how we see ourselves and how we really are.
In the photo, the beautiful, young woman is doing a headstand on the beach, her legs arranged like the wings of a mythical bird. In my mind’s eye, I see myself there, hands in the sand, seeing the world upside down and being at total peace.
So in order to get my real world to jibe with my cracked internal version of reality, I went to a yoga class today. It was the first time in forty years.
They weren’t doing this the headstand that I saw in the photo, but close.
There was a throng of people at the community center, like spring break on a Florida beach. They sat on their yoga mats peeling off their socks. “Am I not supposed to wear socks?” I had hiking socks on, nice and warm, but right away, I saw that they were shedding big pills of wool the way socks will…
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