I am persevering on my yoga journey. I started in October (?) with my friend and we have been quite consistent. I’ve added an extra class and it’s making a huge difference to my flexibility and progress. Whoda’ thunk that effort would reap reward ?
The difference yesterday was finding the breath in my practice. I kept my focus, brought myself back to the moment and kept my breath. It was incredible by the end. Bordering on life changing I would almost say. Because towards the end, I didn’t need to breathe. I didn’t have to gulp for air and rejuvenate. I was able to lie in savasana and focus on being in the moment not gasp like a dead fish. My mind was clear. My breath steady. And at one point I just stopped breathing. I didn’t feel the need to. Weird right ?
I tried it a couple of times. How long could I lie there and not breathe. As I already stated – weird right ? But I was so comfortable, so oxygenated, so restful that my body was full of whatever I needed that I didn’t need to worry. This was such a profound moment in the progress of my practice that I’ve contemplated it ever since. What does it mean this lack of breathing ?
For me – I think it will give me encouragement. It gives me confirmation that I’ve found a form of exercise that I should be able to stick with. My lack of breathing confirms that I am in the moment during my practice and am making progress. To me, this is something to quietly celebrate and maybe shout about. Once I’ve caught my breath that is.
I love the feeling of your body sinking down into the ground when you lay down and breathe (or not breathe in this case).
Isn’t it great ? Not such a great practice today but tomorrow will rock I’m sure !
Oh I envy you. For some reason yoga is not my thing. Keep at it.
I didn’t think it would be my thing either but it seems to be sticking. And not just my butt to the mat
How are you ?
Savasana… my favorite pose.
Ain’t that the truth … by the end of my time on the mat I’m so beyond ready to lie like a deadman