I went to Yoga for the first time in years tonight. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Oh, Yoga, why have I forsaken thee? Well, lets see. First, my instructor extraordinaire was killed in a car accident, then ... well, I never got back into it.
I have no idea what my instructor's name was, but she was great. Just what I needed tonight. She started with telling us about being intentional. Setting a goal, in yoga, and being intentional. Of course, I set my goal as courageous. I wanted to be courageous. What that looked like was yet to be seen.
Turns out, it looks upside down.
My intention was to be courageous. Shoot, just being at the class was courageous. The last yoga class I went to Jen taught, in the same room. There was a lot of emotion for me. The only instructor I have ever had was Jen, would this new girl measure up? Could I still do it????
Miss Yoga was all about inversions tonite. Doing stuff with our heart below our head - upside down, not like head stands (although she did ..) but just, well, upside down. I LOVED IT. I love being upside down. I remember my first or second class with Jen, she was walking us through shoulder stands (one of my all time favorite poses. I love shoulder stand!) and *whoop* my legs just flew up! Jen's comment was "your body LOVES to be upside down!" Anyway, it has been nearly 4 years, maybe longer, and *whoop* my body still loves to be upside down. It loves yoga. The mind-body connection is indescribable. Think I will go back next Thursday for more! It felt so good. My shoulders and low back are a tad bit achy, I hope I am not too sore tomorrow, but its all good. And, I got up in a shoulder stand. AAAAAHHHHHH.
So I was courageous in being there. In trying everything. In listening to what my body would and could do. Yay me.