After, oh, about six months away from a consistent yoga practice due to a sprained ankle (jumped out of a swing) and injuries to my shoulder and hip (ex boyfriend's Harley went down), then health issues, and life issues, a new relationship that's led to marriage (best thing ever!), new pets, my house becoming our house and said house being redone...you with me? Good. I need to get back to my practice.
Actually, wait a second, what I wanted to say was, "I need to get my butt back on the mat." So forget I said the "back to my practice" thing, as the "get my butt back" thing is much more authentically me. (And, now that I think about it, getting back to the mat will help me get my butt back, now, won't it? Score!)
Anyway, I've gotten back into the habit of a short practice late in the evening, and am definitely ready to get back into the full swing of it. Just one hitch: When you're away from something for so long, an old habit can be hard to reestablish. So as I lamented this lack of motivation one evening, my husband suggested I start a yoga blog. "Nah, tried that before", I said, "and it didn't really speak to me". Well, that was because I tried to write about it in an incredibly weighty way that I didn't relate to. Long story short, in a state of near exhaustive collapse after a mega-round of domestic purging this weekend that included clearing the space for my personal yoga "studio" (it's a foyer, but still), I decided to allow my husband to be right.
So here's my yoga blog, in its rough draft form. And here's a bad phone snapshot of the blank canvas that is my yoga foyer:
I'd say something about the cool link between the blank space of the yoga foyer and my renewed practice and so forth, but I'm too tired to go there right now. Maybe tomorrow, after some recuperative hijinks with my husband. (I need beer - in moderation - and rock-n-roll in excess, and a brand new sparkly purple pedicure, stat!)
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