6 A.M. ~ Sunday Morning and I am falling off my yoga mat in my living room. Literally. Thankful that it is just me, the puppies and my friend, Sonia. It was Sonia’s brilliant idea to wake up and early and work out. She also took mercy on me and ended our experiment shortly the warm-up.
I love yoga and have always dreamed of being able to attend classes on a regular basis where I could glide with pride to the back of the class.
The downward facing dog pose doesn’t look hard, but my muscles seem to reject it as soon as maneuver myself up.
The day went south as I raced off to work only to have the check engine light come on with a wicked engine rattle. After work plans were canceled thanks to the rain or should I say mini-monsoon, which closed rides at park for nearly two hours. Dropping my car off at the shop, I came home to find my new roommate sitting in a tub on the front porch with the door wide open talking to guy with pants down to his ankles. I felt like suddenly I was the parent of a teenager when the young man skidded off the porch. It was a bit weird. Especially, when you are used to either living alone or with a quiet sedate roommate who keeps to himself.
The day was just like the pose, a tumble of events with laughter intermixed. Today, I am going to downward facing dog again and everyday until I get it the form right. I am also going to work on keeping the philosophy that my days will always be right so long as I continue to mix them with laughter, gratitude and humility.