Yoga

I finally went to a yoga class this morning. After the queen mum died I bought a yoga class certificate (on sale) and told myself I was going to go as part of my “taking care of yourself” plan. It’s much easier for me to take care of someone else than myself, I think this is a challenge a lot of caregivers deal with. I set the alarm which I don’t often do so I wouldn’t have an excuse for not going (I’m good at excuses.) It was great as I haven’t taken the time to stretch and breathe in a while and I know how powerfully healing it can be. I used to do yin yoga which is basically stretches on the floor with lots of breathing and onetime as I stretched then relaxed and stretched again my body let go of an injury I had forgotten about. Our yoga teacher today reminded me of a willow tree, long and lean and limber but the best part is she seemed to appreciate that not all of us are willow trees.