228 and Yoga Agrees With Me!

Good Afternoon!

And what a pleasure to be writing again. Well, it's been a while, about 6 weeks, and I hope this note finds you well.

As the title states, Yoga agrees with me. However, I've learned that I have poor flexibility, less balance, and I sweated out toxins during the Saturday "Yoga Marathon" to such an extent that my brother surreptitiously unrolled all the windows when I got into his car. Sorry, Tom! Next time I'll shower after class. :)

It was a real treat to be tested in a new way. I've thought often and long about ways to fill my minutes, hours, days. I've been scared that too much "downtime" would lead to the self-destructive and harmful habits that have haunted me in the past. Saturday morning found me attempting to narrow my focus to concentrating on my breath, slow and steady, in and out. In the process, I made a connection. I'm not searching to fill my calendar. I'm searching for balance. Fear need not enter the equation.

Some residue from Saturday's class remains. No, not the oily sweat (ha ha, I've showered thrice since then), but a residue of calm, a vestige of the insight. Balance need merely be sought after, attempted, refined, and enjoyed. I feel....so calm and happy right now, and full of joy. It's as if the twisting postures and the breathing and the focus and the stretching worked in harmony to wring me out, body and mind, squeezing the toxins out of my heart. I'm a clean towel again, a freshened sponge to soak up purity and laughter and love.

It's a healthy feeling. I hope it lingers a while.

I'm going back to class this Saturday.

My shoulders and neck are sore, but they've been overdue for a good cleansing for years now.

I have a lucky life, a lovely life.

Thanks for reading.


Frank