I M Perfect lady

This morning an older lady stiffly made her way to her basement, rolled out the yoga mat and put the CD going. 

Her mind began the dreaded words, “you will never make it 60 days, this doesn’t feel good, what have you promised so many?”

I then began the yoga and let the worries of whether I can complete the next 58 days go.

My sore muscles were not comfortable in many poses, but I noticed by the second set they were less sore.

I am thinking that in all of life we tend to push back and away from pain and discomfort instead of understanding the source. 

The long months of neglect to this body are the source of the pain, not the yoga. 

The yoga gets the blame when it is really the one who is here to fix and repair.

If I can just remember that by stopping the yoga I am actually supporting the neglect of this body, it may help keep my momentum going. 

Creating new habits and ways of living, feel awkward and difficult, it would be much easier to just walk back to the old routine.

As I moved through the 90 minutes, I focused more on each pose, each screaming muscle and concentrated on bringing in healing breaths.

Little gulps of sadness seemed to be with the sore muscles; emotion seemed to pass by as each new breath came in.

It is very enlightening how much my body has gone unnoticed, and lived without me paying attention to its needs.

The body is innocent, it simply follows our lead, if we lead it to disuse, abuse, laziness, we can hardly blame it for reflecting our actions!

Just as much as our body is a reflection of past behaviors, we can change this by bringing it to yoga each day, and little by little turn this all around.

I felt sad in the state it was in, but hopeful that change was at hand, and frightened that perhaps I will once again turn from it in neglectful abuse.

It is scary it is all up to me, no one is coming along to bring health to this body, only me.  A daunting thought.  Will I love it enough to continue forward…