“Anyone who practices can obtain success in yoga but not one who is lazy. Constant practice alone is the secret of success.” ~Svatmarama, Hatha Yoga Pradipika
Ninety-nine days have passed by since the first of the year, and in those 99 days, I have done 101 classes of yoga in my home.
Ninety-nine days of setting aside 90 minutes to breathe and focus on my body, working against 50 years of misuse.
Maybe misuse is not the right term, perhaps unused is better. I have not used the full potential of this body in years.
The unused parts are rusty, weak and stiff and I am trying to restore full movement in places that have not been moved in years.
Little by little, day-by-day, screaming joints are slowly creaking open, muscles are gaining volume and strength, my awareness is sharpening, life is opening up to more possibilities, yoga is returning me to full aliveness.
My body represented how I lived my life, stuck in the same routines, only going so far, never venturing out beyond the lines.
It seems that the more flexible my body gets, the more flexible I can see my life becoming.
One hundred days of yoga hasn’t reversed all the years of living thus far, but it is a great opening to a new life.
As I struggle each day with this unused body to create one that is fully functional, I am one step closer.
One step closer to Being.
I M Perfect lady 