Purple crayons

Yesterday was my favorite day — yoga day.  Unfurl my purple crayon and get down, dawg.

Last week we had practiced hip openers, my yoga instructor called them.  One of my yoga mates said that the hip openers had made her a little cranky.  “It’s a known fact that,” our yogi informed us, “you hold a lot of pent-up emotions in your hips.”  That little voice inside me is echoing in my head, “I’m thinking it’s more like a buildup of banana splits and cupcakes.” 

 “Stagger your mats,” the instructor said, in our crowded room.  

I heard “Stagger.”  My cue to dismount.  

We watched her lie down on her mat and roll onto one side, body in total alignment.  She lifted her arm and leg on top to the ceiling.  She called it the couch pose.  I felt like a roly poly puppy.  And the pose, incidentally, looks nothing like the couch pose my retired husband routinely practices as I walk through the door from a day at the office. 

I practiced a few moves at home, and told my four-year-old granddaughter I was “meditating on world peace.”  I thought it would make her stop jabbering so much.  I overhead her telling her mother that I was “medicating” on “whirled peas.” 

I showed off and did the tripod headstand I’d perfected for my grandkids.  Even my son-in-law, Mr. Greenjeans, admired the stance.  “Wow, Bug look at Grandma, she’s really old and she can do something you can’t.”  He’d never been impressed by anything I’d done before.  I had this pain in my middle back — actually middle back, middle neck, and middle of my head.  But it was worth it. 

The other day I saw an email claiming that drinking offers the same benefits as yoga.  It’s good so many have an eye out for their health. 

Marjayasana

Setu Bandha Sarvangasana

Savasana

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