Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Yoga is Everything is Yoga

 The house was quiet and I was flipping through a magazine and realized that my poor yoga blog is being neglected.  What to do?   We had such a busy weekend out of town for the funeral of my husband's grandfather that I've been too busy to think about yoga much less to blog about it.  So I did what I always do when I'm in need of inspiration.  I went for a jog.  When I jog, my mind jogs too.  I teach yoga classes, have exchanges with my kids.  I plan fabulous dinners and Martha Stewart picnics.  I'm inspired to work in the yard as I jog past all the new flowerlings popping from the earth and  I whisper hello to all the baby buds making their way into the sunlight.  Weird, kinda, I know.  I'm a tree hugger hippie like that.  I conjure up colorful images to stroke onto stretched canvas.  I'd like a new spring painting over the fireplace.  Like I said, my mind goes seemlessly from one thought to the next, apparently, much like my writing!

But back to the subject matter, which is trying to find matter on which to elaborate-- and what I do to find inspiration, which is going for a jog.
There. 
Long sigh, even longer pause...
I've come to the conclusion that all things in my life can be brought back and connected to and with yoga. 
When I go jogging, that IS my yoga. 
That IS my meditation. 
When I am doing a task,
if I am doing it mindfully or
if I am doing it with intention,
if I am doing it with dreams of future experiences,
then I am doing my yoga. 
I may be cooking, driving, running, cleaning my bathtub, if the mindset is one of goodness,

It is THAT of yoga.

Bottom Line...
How do I feel after a meaningful practice?
I feel alive, centered, balanced, happy, refreshed, taller and bright and more.
How do I feel after a task in which I was actively "in the zone," or conjuring up images of roses and buttercups? ( I kid somewhat but you get the point.)
I feel alive, centered, balanced, thankful, accomplished and more.
All of these are good things. 
All of these feelings are worth the breath of life. 
All of these things are my yoga.