sandeyeYoga thoughts - 1
March 3rd 2011 17:53
As I lay down on the pink carpet in my room this morning, ready to start my daily Yoga session, I did not really feel in the mood. The reason being my father had not retired until almost ten the previous night and it was now only just after 5am. Having to assist him to retire meant that I could not catch an early night myself.
My body ached and was stiff. My foot wouldn’t quite fit without bumping into a pile of books as I lay there. My head was slightly heavy and my face dry skinned and taut. My eyes did not really want to open. It is at times like this I sometimes wonder why I bother doing a daily practice and don’t skip every so often.
Yet I do practice - even if I skip a few asanas. I always feel better for having done so - even if I creak and rattle. Lack of sleep on a regular basis is not an easy way to live, but to try to do so without the patch-me-up Yoga would be insane. Something has to keep my body going, and that something is generally feeling a little better after Yoga.
My body ached and was stiff. My foot wouldn’t quite fit without bumping into a pile of books as I lay there. My head was slightly heavy and my face dry skinned and taut. My eyes did not really want to open. It is at times like this I sometimes wonder why I bother doing a daily practice and don’t skip every so often.
Yet I do practice - even if I skip a few asanas. I always feel better for having done so - even if I creak and rattle. Lack of sleep on a regular basis is not an easy way to live, but to try to do so without the patch-me-up Yoga would be insane. Something has to keep my body going, and that something is generally feeling a little better after Yoga.
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