Last night I experienced my first mid-yoga-practice cry.
I was in savasana at the end of a particularly overwhelming practice, and unable to quash it any longer cried silently so much the years were running down my cheeks, over my neck and then around down my back. (In savasana you're in your back, see.)
Although quite intense, it felt good to get it out.
That's the funny thing about yoga. You think, "nah you're just moving your body", but you're exposing yourself to all sorts of thoughts and emotions - ones that during your practice you can't necessarily distract yourself from.
For a moment in time you're looking at yourself, just as you are.
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Thursday, 10 November 2011
Do you ever stop to realise that you've completely in love with your life?
Today, do something truly great. Recycle, upcycle, and waste as little as possible. Plant some herbs. Shop carefully. Have a massage. And love. Love like you've nothing to lose.
Check out Fall in love with your life on Etsy.
I got off the tram in the city, walked over a city block to get on a connecting tram. Got off at my usual stop at Richmond Station to walk to work. Why hello, Ms Red Cardigan, fancy seeing you again here.
I walked beside the tracks for a block or 2, then down a side street. Ms Red Cardigan slightly ahead of me the whole time. Feeling slightly conspicuous I crossed the street. We both turned a corner, left, and then another corner, right.
I swear I'm not stalking you.
We walked a little bit futher. I'm not even certain she noticed me taking the same route (I wasn't following her, it's just the same way I walk to work).
Finally, 2 builings away from my work we took separate paths. What are the odds?