Things that make me laugh:
The way we all think our form of
yoga is the best yoga ever. I am the worst culprit that ever lived.
The way I’m afraid to go back to
an old class, try a new class, go to a friend’s class, have a new
teacher show up in my class. For god’s sake, I’m anxious when I
try a new DVD.
The way a small part of me
fantasizes that the right mat or the right yoga pants might improve
my Handstand/Headstand/Crow/Forward Lunge/Camel. No luck so far.
The inside voice that says, “I
can’t do it, I can’t do it.” That voice has no imagination.
She’s a one-liner. At least I’m laughing at her now.
The way a yoga practice takes
60-90 minutes, but yoga thinking, wondering, and dreaming consumes
about 50 percent of my head space some days.
The way I can’t wait to practice
and then can’t wait for each pose to end sometimes. Make up your
The way I feel. Honestly, I feel
fantastic these days, so fantastic that it makes me laugh.
I’d love to hear your yoga laughs.
Thanks to yoga for the humor. Thanks to my brother Adam, a yogi with a flexible face. Thanks to
you for the conversation,