These days I dream of walking into the dimly lit studio, find blocks, roll out my mat. I take long slow breaths and stretch out in eager anticipation of the journey in front of me. I lie down to relax and make sure I fully arrive in this calm space. I work through the asanas, making the best of it.
Today most of my yoga is at home due to the pandemic. I continue my practice as I have grown to love yoga, the slow movements from one asana to the next, holding the asana and feeling how the strength of my muscles counterbalance the ligaments’ stretch, developing muscles while increasing flexibility. It is a slow advance, some days my balance or strength seems to have left me; I struggle and work through what might have been easy a week ago. On other days, everything comes together and I can push even further. Even the challenging days deliver a feeling of calm fulfillment having used my body to the best of my ability.