Doing yoga this morning, I could feel my spine adjusting. The tender areas, vertebras moving into their right place.
Towards the end my left hip is overcome with sadness, and I start crying. Tears for those lost opportunities, the chances not taken, the hopes and dreams that didn’t come true. Mourning the times when fear won over courage.
Slowly I move into understanding and forgiveness and I can feel the letting go turning into just being.
They say that there is no lying in yoga and that is part of why I love practicing it.
When you are in pretty good shape, strong and limber, you can almost always cheat yourself to movement. Consciously or unconsciously.
You end up stretching those parts that are already stretched out, you use the strong muscles to hold the weaker ones up and most of the time teachers can’t even see that you’re actually cheating.
In yoga that is almost impossible thereby the saying-there is no lying.
At the end of the class I feel my whole body smiling. I feel relaxed both inside and out. Hope and joyful anticipation is back. And I'm again reminded that healing is always possible.