I used to think that I could only do yoga with a teacher in front of me. Whether the teacher was in a studio or on my TV didn’t matter so much. But what did matter was that I needed to be in the presence of someone who knew what they were doing. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’ve just been doing a lot of yoga or maybe that I couldn’t possibly get to the studio every day this month, but I’m learning that I can do yoga no matter where I am: in the backyard, downtown, at the pool while my kids are in swim lessons. It doesn’t matter. As long as I have my yoga mat, I’m ready. And willing. And very much able.
That’s a big lesson, I think. It makes yoga very accessible. Deborah, my teacher at last Wednesday’s yoga in Cannon Park kept returning to the point that yoga is an exercise that you can do at any stage in your life. And you can. Because yoga is accessible.
Have yoga mat, will travel. Physically. Mentally. And through life.
Here’s what I’ve been up to for these days:
Day 6: Urdhva Hastasana or upward hand pose in the twilight. | Day 7: You might be in yoga class if … the silence you phone sign is signed with #namaste. | Day 8: I’m working on #crowpose and falling a lot. A whole lot. | Day 9: Using the @yogacom_ app to end my day on my mat. | Day 10: I meant to go to the yoga studio this morning, but I would much rather do my down dogs with my dog in the back yard. | Day 11: Tonight was perfect for yoga in the park with friends. So perfect, I forgot to take a pic of those friends. Waving Hi to you April! | Day 12: My yoga mat gets to ride #shotgun.