Mostly, these feelings are directed at myself or at situations I find myself in. I hate the high arches in my feet. I hate that my gums are receding. I hate that I have a five-head (and I especially hate the scar on said five-head that is in no way a curling iron burn, but everyone stupidly asks that question). I hate the cottage cheese that’s starting to appear on my ass and thighs. I hate that my top half is disproportionately small compared to my bottom half.
Very recently, I took up yoga in a pretty serious way. I went one time with a girl friend about a week ago and have gone every single day since then. Honestly…$75 for unlimited yoga? It was an easy sell for me, even with my very limited budget. I don’t know how it happened, but during one of my classes, I just started thinking while I was breathing: “Peace and love in; Hatred and fear out.” I think it’s become my mantra.
And it’s started helping my understand and appreciate (dare I say, even begin to love) my body more than I ever have. My high arches allow for quick and light footfalls when I run. There’s very little I can do about my teeth and gums, but my new dentist is dreamy in a (married) Michael Buble kind of way so I hate going to the dentist a lot less. My five-head looks pretty awesome when my hair is pulled back in a delightfully messy ponytail when I run. My dimpled ass is just a product of me getting a little older, but my legs are carrying me farther than I ever thought I’d go. And while I still don’t like that I can’t fill out a sundress, I can honestly say there’s nothing better than not having to worry about my chest or back aching from that weight while I run.
Yoga is teaching me things I didn’t think I could learn. Things like restoration and inner peace. I still have a long way to go on both of those fronts. I’m still a really frenetic, Type A monster most of the time. But for an hour a day, I can relax into myself and my breath and just…be. I think I could easily spend five or six hours flowing through gentle poses and it would probably be the most beneficial thing I’d ever do for myself.
And what makes this whole yoga thing even more relaxing to me is the knowledge that I can take it with me anywhere I go. Granted, I have a lot of learning to do before I can do this on my own. I’m a creature that thrives in structured environments where I’m told what to do…so the idea of going it alone in yoga is a bit overwhelming, but I’m hopeful I can get there. I have dreams of practicing on a front porch somewhere, overlooking the ocean. Or taking my mat camping with me and being a warrior and star gazer in the hills.
No matter where my life takes me, I’m convinced that yoga will go with me.
One thought on “On learning to love again….”
This makes me happy. I have gleaned much the same lesson of love from yoga, only mine is more a love and respect of my voice. I've learned to actually listen to what I feel, rather than always second guessing. There is so much wonderfulness to be had on the mat.