I am going to try to encourage you by debunking some of the reasons why people think they can't do yoga (based on what they have told me) and try to give you some tools and encouragement for overcoming some of the reasons you give.
Over the hill? Fuck the hill. I will run to the top of it and whoop for joy! Then I will sit and meditate as I watch the sun set and get ready for another day. Maybe I will jump on my bike and zoom down the other side because 40 is just a number, and I have 40 years and then some left with too much to do and see to spend it sick and tired. Who’s with me?
I keep saying that in many ways this a the perfect time to start a new practice, develop and existing one, make a change for the better and care for ourselves. Embracing mornings has been one way I have been doing that. Each day brings new energy, opportunities and adventures. Just because my day doesn't start at daybreak doesn't make it any different.
Balance is purely about the mind working in tandem with the body using a good technique. The body is important, but a perfectly fit and healthy body may not be able to balance if the mind is not focused.
EVERYONE…well, every human who lives on Earth, anyway…needs to work on keeping their spine healthy. For me, that means two things primarily: A strong core and a supple spine.
My great hope is that each of us shines a little brighter each day, and that we share that light with people who are in the darkness in that moment, and that on the days that our light is not as bright, we have people who share their light with us.
There are both short- and long-term benefits for improving your lung health and for practicing breathing.
I will continue this series to share what I am doing to put my journey back into gear. I have been idling enjoying the place where I arrived, but now it is time to push on, to challenge myself, to climb the next hill, to round the next curve because as good as this place is, I know the next will be even better.
I was full of shame. I was mortified. I felt worthless. I felt undeserving of love, of my job of living. I won't say that I was suicidal, but I was doing things that easily could have gotten me killed. Even now, I sometimes wake up from a nightmare thinking about moments when I was so close to death that I don't know what saved me. At the time I didn't care.