By the time morning came my aching body was at peace, and it was once again time to do yoga.
I approached this with great feelings of just where my muscles and joints were, paying attention to respect the tenderness shadows.
I watched those same spots where yesterdays ache lived; being gentle but firm I stayed with my body and Bikram.
My breath and patience seemed to bring a new level of yoga, an understanding yoga, or compassion of my body yoga, a patient yoga.
I am thinking by doing this each day, our bodies keep up with us, that there is no time for slippage, we continue to build upon the day before.
The aches seemed to move around, and lately my legs and hips are really taking a beating.
I wrapped a quilt with wool batting around me last night, breathing in a yoga or meditative breath; I was able to ease the ache away.
As my body struggles to comply with all the rigors these yoga postures demand, it can’t help but speak out. It speaks in the only way it can, by feelings.
Feelings of growth of being used, a healthy healing feeling, bringing me further and further into wholeness. Imagine using the muscle’s fullest potential.
Now imagine using your full potential.
“The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I M Perfect lady 