Yoga & Zee

So this was day 2 of yoga. I barely made it through, because I was so sore. Y'all yoga is not for wimps. The teachers are great, but it will just take some time before I am able to get into and maintain the poses like the other students.

Zee came with me today. She's a beautiful soul that is ALWAYS full of encouragement and love, so it was so good to have her there. It was so good to have someone to LITERALLY share my pain with. She has been one of my teachers of the true beauty of sisterhood. I KNOW she loves me as much as I love her, and that is comforting in ways that I can't express.

During yoga you are using muscles that you have NEVER used before. You are moving in ways you never thought of, and you go through emotions that you didn't even know where there. While holding downward dog for the 100th time you may feel anger well up from nowhere and a few tears may even mix with the rivers of sweat pouring off your body. When you sigh out that deep breath you will release some things. Like my Godmother says, "Just leave that shit on the mat."

Today toward the end of class. I found myself praying that this happy little blond haired yogi woman would be merciful and stop calling out positions. Finally I heard the sweetest words and found myself in corpse pose which was appropriate, because I was at the point that I thought I was going to die. I reached for my cold white lavender towel and placed it on my eyes.

She said, "Check your body and see if you are still holding onto anything. Anything in your mind or body that may be holding you back from excellence. Take a deep breath and sigh it out." Today I sighed out fear. I smiled as I watched it float away, toward the Buddha, and out the window.