“It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.” JRR Tolkien
Namaste.
Much has been written about the ancient practice of breath combined with movement known as Yoga. My first encounter with practice was in the mid-1990s’ at a small independent gym on East 24th Street. I went there after working a job on the reconstruction of an old building between Madison and Park Avenue South. In those days, I was more interested in flexibility as I had plenty of strength. I was also self-absorbed in sculpting my body into the best shape possible.
My current practice is more about a combination of the two sans narcissism. I start my day with cups of coffee, and then it is onto the mat in our home studio. The point of this brief missive is to articulate just how different my body, and by extension my mind, feels after I complete a routine.
During Yoga, my dream state and my waking state meet in a creative intersection where concentration on breath and movement facilitates deep contemplation. Inevitably, poetry forms which is inspired by Yoga With Adriene and my wife cheering us on through some difficult poses.
The germ of this blog also begins in the morning on the mat and I owe much to our practice which I realize is not for everyone. But still, I wanted to take the opportunity here to offer my gratitude for all the benefits it has bestowed upon me.
Namaste.
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