Today marks the day that I begin my own yoga practice. I've taken classes before, and I've loved them, but always resisted the cost or found other forms of exercise to pursue.
After asking advice about where to start in the School of Life Design group and then attempting a 20 minute core strength yoga video this morning, I felt excited but unfulfilled. Now what? I returned to the videos that inspired me to try yoga again in the first place: Meghan Currie and Briohny Smyth. The women in the videos are fluid, powerful, and magickal—exactly what I want my practice to be like. But I can't do a handstand yet, and the videos aren't exactly instructional. How can I get from beginner to mastery?
I rewatched Meghan's video again and decided to try just one pose. Then it occurred to me—why can't I just make up my own yoga routine? I have some experience, I'm already in good shape and I know the poses that I'm excited to try.
So I laid down on the floor and asked my body to tell me what to do. I went through a series of movements that were largely inspired by what I've already seen, but that came to me through inspiration instead of memory. It wasn't easy, and I have a billion new questions and things I want to try, but it felt incredible.
For the first time since being a child, I was exploring my body as a toy. "I wonder what it would feel like if I did this?" and then my body would follow, showing my vision new perspectives and my muscles new ideas.
Doing yoga at home has in the past seemed stressful, boring or too complex to attempt. But now I know that it's just another way to bask in the joy of having a physical body. After a solid hour of experimentation, I felt like I had made a new friend. My mind joined my body in teamwork at last, and by the end I was crying tears of relief at how grateful I was to my body for exploring with me and taking me new places. My body is not my enemy, or a beast to be tamed. My body is my new best friend and we are going to have so much fun together.