In yoga, movements are measured by breath. Breathe in as you raise your arms, breathe out as you fold forward. Yoga is not about bending your body into a pretzel so you can impress someone. Yoga is feeling the flow and the rhythm of life. It brings rhythm to your thoughts, emotions, and body. The tide flows in and the tide flows out. The sun rises then sets. This rhythm changes the perspective of life if you let it.
This flow of life contrasts starkly against the rush of life around me. Yesterday, I watched a young motorcyclist weave in and out of traffic on a busy highway going at least 85 mph. No helmet. No protective gear. Just his ball cap shoved on backwards, young and careless. I’m sounding old now, but from my perspective, life is short enough. As I waited for my traffic light to turn green earlier today, the traffic rushed by me. I wanted to get out of everyone’s way and hole up in my home. I used to shop late at night. Groceries are so much easier to buy when no one else is around. Late at night life is quiet and life slows down. Here’s a couple of verses from a favorite song,
And when my mind is free
You know your melody can move me
And when I’m feelin’ blue
The guitars come through to soothe meThanks for the joy you’ve given me
I want you to know that I believe in your song
And rhythm, and rhyme, and harmony
You helped me along, you’re makin’ me strong – lyrics “Drift Away” Uncle Kracker
I think we sometimes miss the point of why we do things. For example, I write for the pleasure as I’ve before stated. I love the sound of words and the process of stating something clearly. It’s a thrill to say it just the way you mean it. It’s the process. Writing fiction is daunting, but the pleasure of watching your characters come to life is worth the push through. Inch by inch and row by row.
It’s not always the fastest who wins the race, or the strongest who wins the war, so slow down.
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Touche. Sound arguments. Keepp up thee amkazing spirit.
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Thanks!
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Thanks girl!
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I dunno’ Janet – we might once have been conjoined twins. I could comment favorably on every word of this post.
I’ll be glad when enough boxes are unpacked I have room to lay down a yoga mat! For now, breathing, stretching & a few standing poses are all I can manage — even on my new “porch-let.”
Another good one on this blog — LOVE how you make me think.
“There’s more to life than increasing its speed.” ~ Gandhi
xx,
mgh
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