1000 Days of Yoga

I ran away from yoga until around 3pm. (I normally like to get to my practice first thing in the morning.) I came to the mat frazzled. I was angry at my husband, lost about my career, depressed (wondering if I should report to my meds doc for an adjustment). I had not been able to focus all day. Then I capitulated. I sure wasn't getting anything done except magnificently avoiding those things I knew I should do. The practice was not especially enjoyable. I started out with Pranayama to slow the hell down. It worked. It is easier to drop into asana practice if I've done some pranayama first. I went through my paces. I just obeyed Seane Corn on the screen. My mind drifted running through unpleasant remembered scenes with my husband. I went through waves of grief and I remembered my young self, Sharon Marlene Grossman, when she was four. I sobbed and apologized to her for the choices I had made in my life. On the other side of all this was peacefulness. Still loneliness. But peace...