When I feel like exercising, I just lie down until the feeling goes away. Animator Paul Terry, quoted in the New York Herald Tribune
I love yoga. I love yoga so much that I think really hard about having a strong yoga practice. The problem (well, one of the problems) is that my desire to practice yoga is not always strong enough actually to get me to class. Unfortunately, my good-health work ethic is pretty shoddy. For it to work, I need everything–and I mean everything–to align: the weather, my schedule, the occasional flash of motivation. An alignment of stars wouldn’t hurt, either.
At the same time: as a person of faith, I am convicted that good physical health is as much a priority as my spiritual health. I know this. So, even though it’s easier for me to maintain a spiritual practice (one can do that sitting down, after all), I know the time has come to make a commitment to a physical practice. There is more and more deferred maintenance due on the temple: my body is getting older, and if I want all the parts to keep working, I had better start taking better care of them.
But my wellness practice is like a cat: you can’t look directly at it or it will slink away and not come back until dinner. So I need to proceed with stealth. Sneak up on it.
I have recently found a free yoga class, offered weekly at a convenient time, about 100 yards away from where I work. That’s a nearly perfect hand, and as long as I just do it, I have a chance. I have now attended the class four (FOUR!) times in a row. My favorite part, the thing that keeps me going through the groaning, is Shavasana, at the very end. This is “corpse pose”: lying on the floor in the cool, dim room, listening to peaceful music. It’s lovely.
I can’t call it a yoga practice yet, but I am hopeful.
Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul. 3 John 1:2