I am tired and not sure how much longer I can do this. So, I let my leg straighten out. I don’t even get an evil eye from the instructor, although we were supposed to hold the bent-leg pose for two minutes. Thank God. No judgment here. And that is how it should be. I am competing with no one but myself. I have nothing to prove.
“You know your own body and limits,” the instructor says. She tells us to modify and gives us options. This is how it should be. Gone are the days of kick-boxing and countless ab repetitions on the floor to some Britney Spears song. My body complains at times, but my spirit is soaring. That’s because, what makes my spirit soar is quite different than what used to.
I could go down the list of names of maladies my chiropractor labelled me as having, in addition to the surgeries and digestive issues, but I won’t. What’s important is that I am doing an exercise that is good for all of these maladies, while at the same time, relieving stress. This is what I need right now. Sorry, but I feel my age today and I’m visualizing myself as a tin man. It’s not always like this. But what’s important is that I got off the couch, because the aches will still be there whether I push through them or not, but I will end up much healthier this way.
You may think this is a sad post, but let’s shout in celebration because I did show up, I tried, and I’m all the better for it. Not only did I take away a release from stress, I also left with a new favorite musician.
The music on our instructor’s playlist included a artist who speaks to me with his instrument. So, I asked her for the artist’s name, and now I have a new favorite song to play in the morning so I can be calm on the way to work. His name is Garth Stevenson. My favorite of his songs is “A Love Song.” It starts slow, includes a lot of waiting, a lot of added whimsical instruments (reminding me of the fairies in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”) and a *violin that is deep, a piano that is light and airy, and a melody that tells it’s own story, making me at once want to cry and leap for joy. All of this relaxes me, I am not sure how, maybe because it provides me the perfect escape. I feel as if I could hide up somewhere in the highest notes of this song, dancing as if my body had no aches or creaks. The violin speaks to me and carries me away like an easy flowing river, making me believe it and see it happening. Perhaps heaven would be like this for me. (Further research by my fellow blogger informs me this instrument I’m hearing is a double bass. I’ve always loved stand-up bass, cello, violin…)
Joy is when you find the thing that touches your emotions most and makes you feel free. Up high, untouchable, unjudged, I would be invisible in each high note, floating like a fairy dancing on air. You could only see me if you can feel the music. See what I mean. Music takes you away.
I may have digressed there, but the music is important. Your bills, road rage, past memories and work obligations of tomorrow should not matter when you are doing yoga. You also should not be focusing on your limitations. Sometimes it takes the right song to take you away from that. It may be a different song for each of us; I have found my song. 🙂 ❤