I went to yoga at noon today (Yoga Vida - check it out Austinites - it’s changed my life) and got my ass kicked by the instructor, Scott.
I mean, you know it’s going to be a tough class when they start with ab work.
So at the end of class, we’re in the ‘happy baby’ position, only he called it ‘happy yogi’…which made me think of Yogi the Bear and then I was imagining a guy in a bear suit in class with us and all this other non-yoga stuff. And it made me happy.
The thing about yoga is that it is constantly changing, even though it never changes one bit. Every day is completely different based on your mindset and what you’ve got going on. Sometimes, the pain and suffering in class is enough to draw your attention completely away from what’s going on in your world, sometime, you meld the two together so that pushing through the plank is pushing through your outside-the-studio stress, and sometimes, you let the stress from your world distract you from the way your hip flexor is fucking killing you at that moment.
And no matter what, you walk out of there feeling good, glowing, knowing that if you can do that many back bends, you can take on the world.
I was in yoga the other day. I was in full lotus position. My chakras were all aligned. My mind is cleared of all clatter and I’m looking out of my third eye and everything that I’m supposed to be doing. It’s amazing what comes up, when you sit in that silence. “Mama keeps whites bright like the sunlight, Mama’s got the magic of Clorox 2.”
~Ellen DeGeneres