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My final wish on this series (for now...I'm sure I'll have more to add later) is to be a yoga instructor. I enjoy my comparably average daily practice and what it entails. If I could get better, become more centered and all those balanced agreeables, I would walk the yogi's walk and continue talking the talk.
It doesn't even matter if I instruct...as long as I am able to move into most asanas of a chosen discipline. And I wish that the affinity for a discipline would descend on me. Too many wishes. But it is difficult to understand what might work best for my body type. I have tried most at some point. Wrong...I have not tried Bikram Yoga. And my physical therapist brain will not permit me to do this. But the rest of it, yes please!
As hare-brained as it may seem, I wait for these things to reveal themselves. I would very much like to be able to learn one of Ashtanga, Vinyasa or Iyengar yoga. And if possible, at some point, teach it.
Walking and yoga bring clarity to many foggy thoughts, and make impossibilities seem probable and attainable. This, and my hope for a fashion redemption, may be the two wishes firmly within my sphere of influence. Reachable and enjoyable. Not dependent on other's multiple schedules and career aspirations.
I began my yoga practice at 11. I have not maintained the practice through the many changes in my life. But Dad taught me. It was his way of spending time with me in his busy day, and his way of ensuring that I didn't fluff up in the "too hot for outdoors" summers in Dubai. I'll forever be grateful for his gentle guidance (guidance in other matters too...and not always gentle...no sir...Dad could easily have taken over for an army general) and encouragement.
Mini-Him refuses to be initiated. It's not necessary, he declares every time I bring the conversation around to him devoting some time to practice. Him, with an overall restricted range of motion, goes between ridicule and admiration of people, men in particular, who devote themselves to yoga.
I have been my own cheering squad. This is something I can do over the next 3-4 years. Maybe I'll be able to talk about my journey soon...not too much...just to put it out there...and keep that wish list vibrant and alive.
Image credit : "Yoga" by arztsamui through www.freedigitalphotos.net
My final wish on this series (for now...I'm sure I'll have more to add later) is to be a yoga instructor. I enjoy my comparably average daily practice and what it entails. If I could get better, become more centered and all those balanced agreeables, I would walk the yogi's walk and continue talking the talk.
It doesn't even matter if I instruct...as long as I am able to move into most asanas of a chosen discipline. And I wish that the affinity for a discipline would descend on me. Too many wishes. But it is difficult to understand what might work best for my body type. I have tried most at some point. Wrong...I have not tried Bikram Yoga. And my physical therapist brain will not permit me to do this. But the rest of it, yes please!
As hare-brained as it may seem, I wait for these things to reveal themselves. I would very much like to be able to learn one of Ashtanga, Vinyasa or Iyengar yoga. And if possible, at some point, teach it.
Walking and yoga bring clarity to many foggy thoughts, and make impossibilities seem probable and attainable. This, and my hope for a fashion redemption, may be the two wishes firmly within my sphere of influence. Reachable and enjoyable. Not dependent on other's multiple schedules and career aspirations.
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I began my yoga practice at 11. I have not maintained the practice through the many changes in my life. But Dad taught me. It was his way of spending time with me in his busy day, and his way of ensuring that I didn't fluff up in the "too hot for outdoors" summers in Dubai. I'll forever be grateful for his gentle guidance (guidance in other matters too...and not always gentle...no sir...Dad could easily have taken over for an army general) and encouragement.
Mini-Him refuses to be initiated. It's not necessary, he declares every time I bring the conversation around to him devoting some time to practice. Him, with an overall restricted range of motion, goes between ridicule and admiration of people, men in particular, who devote themselves to yoga.
I have been my own cheering squad. This is something I can do over the next 3-4 years. Maybe I'll be able to talk about my journey soon...not too much...just to put it out there...and keep that wish list vibrant and alive.
Image credit : "Yoga" by arztsamui through www.freedigitalphotos.net
YESSS! Do it Anne! I'm already in the middle of getting my certification for Body Balance {a mix of Yoga, Tai Chi and Pilates} and then my next course will be Yoga, hopefully. And it feels brilliant! Just to be able to do it, just to be able to push yourself more. And I'm sure you'd be great at teaching it! {Sorry if I'm a bit stalker-ish but I recently cleaned up my blog roll and now I can see yours and other dear blogs in my list and I can't NOT leave a comment sometimes. :P }
ReplyDeleteDo leave comments and come back for more! LOL! And that certification sounds like a challenge! I'm full of admiration for anyone who can push their bodies in this way. Tell me how the yoga course goes. And what you choose to teach in. What a great way to stay in shape...
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