I’ve entered the world of stretching – elegant, yoga stretching…. Though trust me, my yoga technique is far from elegant.  Let’s say I’m on the foot path to elegance.  

I am not a yoga girl blessed with a lithe slim body, nor am I able to put my big toe on top of my head.  I’m that solid girl, strong legs, strong arms – more comfortable helping you lug furniture.

I’ve been forced to yoga by pain and discomfort after realizing that it was getting hard for me to turn my head to the left.  I’d hit the end of some kind of road – frankly it could be possibly driving on any road since moving your head from side to side seems to me to  be a critical driving skill.

Humility accompanies me and my sturdy but inflexible body as I learn the practice that is yoga – focused, quiet, progress.  I like it actually.

I am glad to be learning the moves; glad to be pushing and strengthening my mind and body in this way.   I am relaxing my neck and back and legs little by little.  Getting that neck of mine unstuck…

Where else am I stuck?  I will ponder.

Where are you stuck?

Namaste.