Turning Things Off.
I've finally done it, gone ahead and committed to minimally 2 days per week of yoga classes (with a friend) after a mutual New Year's resolution to do our bodies some good. Nearly two months in, we're thoroughly enjoying it, as our wholehearted efforts to balance on one foot stifle (our novice) moans from unsuccessful attempts at twisting into ungodly positions. Our yoga instructors promise it will get easier, and so we choose only to trust in their serene commitment to our practice. Except for one thing: we can't seem to shut our minds off when the rest of the room is staying in the moment. In fact, with each calm reminder and deep(er) breath, the moment slips further from our grasp, as the distractions of today's nuances, tomorrow's responsibilities, observations of the art on the yoga studio walls or the dirt on the wood-paneled floors, or the uncanny flexibility of the girls on nearby mats, or the strangely attractive voices of our spiritual guides of that particular class, or the itch on our lower backs bombard our moment, putting unnecessary pressure on our inability to just be, forcing us - in turn - to question our decisions to be yogis in the first place. Enjoy!
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