Growing up, my family never went to Church, but we did go to the gym religiously. These outings weren’t a causal family affair, they were intense. Though, my parents will never admit it, I’m convinced they would have shunned me, if I wasn’t dripping sweat by the end of the workout. So, you can image how puzzling yoga was when I first encountered it in Los Angeles. I mean, without a significant increase in your heart rate, my upbringing said what’s the point? Turns out… stopping to smell the roses is the point, as cliché as that sounds.
I’m my father’s daughter and while, that comes with a lot of great traits, it also comes with the inability to stop and enjoy the present. Several year ago, I went to a free yoga class because I will go to anything that’s free…I was startled by everything that my body had to stay by being still. The yoga instructor talked about poses unlocking emotions. I attest that this statement is 100% true. I found this out, while doing camel pose and the tears started and wouldn’t stop… This one yoga class turned into several, and then, I became my parent’s worst nightmare a yogi.
However with an increased workload, wedding on the way and enough laundry to make a fort my nephew would be envious of, yoga has gotten away from me. It wasn’t until our recent trip to Hawaii, that I was re-inspired to find some time to be still in my day. Granted, I feel like going to Hawaii is cheating because the sights are so humbling. But whatever works…works. Hopefully, they will inspire you to take a moment in your day. Though it goes against my family religion, it’s not always about the run…sometimes it’s about the roses… or in this case hibiscus.