I’ve been working on Crow Pose. So
many of you have mentioned loving Crow, hating it, hoping
to master it, or dreading it, that I finally looked it up.
That’s how new I am at all of this.
Hands in front of feet. Up on toes,
knees on upper arms. One foot off the floor, then the other. Feet
crossed, look forward. Count.
Well. I’m great until the second foot
comes off the floor. Most days both feet will cooperate. And who
can’t look forward?
But the counting! Never have five
breaths taken so long! In fact, unless I breathe very, very quickly,
and I’m not sure hyperventilation is recommended as part of a yoga
practice, I can’t get past three. Sometimes I can’t get to two.
(What’s the big deal about five breaths, anyway, I wonder as I collapse after my tenth try. Well, the big deal is that until I get to five, I’m not actually holding crow, I’m just passing through Crow on my way to a banged head.)
This afternoon, I will try Crow with chanting. Chanting is new for me. I don’t know anything but Ohmmmm, and Shanti, Shanti. Love them both.
Today’s chant will be, “I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly.”
I’ll let you know if it works.
Tell us how you feel about Crow. If you’ve told us before, tell us again. Let’s have a Crowfest.
Thanks to yoga for ridiculously challenging poses, and for that infernal count of five breaths. Thanks to you, always, for the conversation,