Recently, and by recently I mean 2-3 months ago, I took up yoga. Before I committed to the practice of it, I committed myself to the research and study of it. I explored the origin, types, uses, etc. I’ve always been intrigued by the topic but never actually had the time or courage to do anything about it.
I started with daily, morning stretches. Sun salutations and downward dogs. I began testing my balance in different poses by shifting my weight. This went on for about three weeks when I realized I was unable to land certain balancing techniques because I didn’t have a yoga mat and was practicing on hard wood floor. I promised myself when I started that I would put no money into this new hobby until I was certain that I would commit to it. After a month, I knew I was ready. I went to my local Five and Below and picked up a basic yoga mat and jump rope( to help with moving my weight repeatedly, and cardio of course). Let me just say the excitement of this journey hit me after I purchased the mat. After a week bonding with just myself and the mat I found that there was something still blocking me from landing the poses. That block was MYSELF! I forgot the origin of yoga. Meditation and clearing of the mind. I was so focused on balancing that I wasn’t able to clear myself and attain the oneness that I was searching for. I put the mat in a corner and didn’t pick it up again until I did more research and practice of meditation. I tested myself on blocking out noise, selective hearing, and overall genuine release of thoughts.
I hit the mat once more to apply my new found knowledge. The difference in how I even attempted my yoga was different. My approach was focused but graceful. My head became light and my limbs began to fall into place. I no longer thought about the movement of my body. I’ve realized that yoga is about letting go of your thoughts and conscious. “Free your mind and the rest will follow” is truly a believable statement for me. “The body can do anything, it’s the mind you have to convince.”