On Monday morning I had a yoga lesson. Yoga and me have a complicated relationship. Over decades of being mad north-north west I have been prescribed it more times than I care to mention. Usually by people who have never known a day’s madness in their life. After a time, I got extraordinarily tired of being told what was good for me by people who didn’t know bad from a bite on the bottom. As Marian Keyes would say, I strongly took agin yoga.
Thank you, Katy. Just thank you. I’ve always wanted to love yoga, so much about it appeals to me but I always hate it, hate me, because what o think should be simple things my body can’t do. Why can’t my body stretch? Why can’t I hold my own weight on my own hands and feet? Why do my feet sweat so much?? The last one will elude me forever. Your body/mind/yoga relationship spoke to my heart. I adore reading your words
A yogi once said to me, “no one who comes to yoga goes away empty handed.” ❤️ what beautiful writing. Thank you for reminding me what a transformative practice it is for making friends with the body, and how important it is to make time for it xx
My downward dog is horrid because I can't put my feet flat on the ground - my Achilles tendons are too short. So I'm with you there.
Lovely to make your acquaintance. I resonate with much of what you wrote.
I have a similar relationship with Yoga Katy mainly because I could never work out why I felt like I’d run a marathon afterwards. Out of breath and far too sweaty. I too like the online yoga lady, don’t think I can spell her name right! I started doing Pilates instead, so gentle on the body and do what you feel like. My kind of exercise.