Tag Archives: Yoga
Yoga Babies
My Tuesday noon class follows a morning of work for me, work which involves reasonably serious conversations with reasonably serious adults.
Then I whip into my office at 11:30, change into my yoga duds, and drive over to the studio, arriving ridiculously early for my 12:15 class. In fact, when I arrive, they’re still sweeping up Cheerios from the floor. Moms carry babies on their hips, all of them completely relaxed after a moms-and-tots class.
I love this.
I put my mat down in the back corner, and dream about being a yoga baby. In this dream, my body has no resistance. I flop forward and sweep my hands across the floor. My head turns like an owl. I do somersaults for the fun of it.
In this dream class, I laugh whenever I feel like it. I also sing: This Little Light of Mine, or Baby Beluga, or You Are My Sunshine. I dance while I sing. We all do, in this class.
I eat the odd raisin or Cheerio off the floor. I drink hot chocolate out of one of those sippy cups.I hang out in Child’s Pose when I get tired. I have a nap if I feel like it. And someone carries me out at the end. I like that part the best.
I am so into this dream that by the time my real class starts, I am about 4 years old.
Do you have a dream class? I’d love to hear about it.
Thanks to all of you yoga moms and yoga babies for the inspiration,and thanks to you for the conversation.
Release the Hostages
My lovely man is in the shower. He’s got yoga class in an hour. He’s pretty excited. Me too.
I do Vinyasa and Ashtanga classes at the moment. He takes Yin Yoga. You probably know more about that than I do.
What I do know is that ten years ago I might have spent time and energy trying to convince him that my form of yoga is so fantastic that he’d be better off in my class. With my teacher. My chanting. At my favorite hour of the day. On my kind of yoga mat. In my corner in the back row. And on and on into ridiculousness.
I was a little bit inflexible, which defeats the purpose, don’t you think?
I was also chronically bored, which is what happens when I only listen to what I’ve already said 47 times before.
I’m happy to say that at the age of 48 I’m just now learning to let the hostages go. To let others choose for themselves and to be happy with what that brings me.
What does it bring me?
Hours of discussion about Yin Yoga, for one. It sounds fantastic. I’ll try it in the fall.
The second thing it brings me is the idea that although yoga is about union, it is also an enormous and varied collection of beautiful ways to explore and take care of ourselves.
I can hardly wait to hear what yoga you love and why.
Thanks to yoga for helping me release the hostages, and thanks to you for the conversation.
PopTart Yoga
For the rest of my life, when the subject of PopTarts comes up, I’ll either have to tell shifty-eyed lies or I’ll have to tell the truth. I’ll start with the truth right now. I’ve been away all week at … Continue reading
Posted in Yoga
Tagged humour, junk food, kristin shepherd, Yoga, yoga humor, yoga humour
Comments Off on PopTart Yoga
Turning me Around
I’ve had a really busy week. It involved cramming four days of work into one day–today. I ran around this morning not very like a Buddhist monk with her head cut off. By the time I got to yoga class … Continue reading
Yoga Zombies
I was at a meditation retreat last week. Do you know what they’re like? Grainy, leafy food in portions your pet fish couldn’t survive on, no talking, no reading, no car keys, no wallet, no calling home. It isn’t Club Med.
Just meditating, dawn ’till after dusk. It can be lonely. But some fantastic things happen.
Here is one very cool thing. Picture this: 5am, maybe. (No watches.) Still dark out, anyway. I come out of my room each morning, slowly and silently, and head toward the meditation hall, dressed in pajamas.
As I walk down the hall, every third or fourth door opens, and another person in pajamas comes out, quietly closing a door behind her. We look like something from a zombie movie, except that some of the zombies have mats under their arms.
We walk in bare feet to the hall where we each pick a spot on the floor. We begin our practice. All you can hear is breathing and the soft thuds of feet jumping forward and back. It’s impromptu Mysore. No one organized or announced it.
It goes on for perhaps forty minutes, people drifting in and out of the hall. All of this happens before we begin meditating for the day.
And, holy mackerel, even though we don’t speak, don’t even look at each other for the most part, even though we’re about to begin another grueling day of seated meditation, I am deliriously happy.
I don’t want to leave the impression that meditating is awful from start to finish. Other very cool things that happen on these retreats are an empty, quiet head and a sense of peace that will knock you over if you let it. I love it. Days later I can still feel it.
I feel a need to express some thanks to these zombie yogis. They were my family away from home. We showed up for each other first thing in the morning on days when it mattered.
So to these men and women I don’t know, and to the ones I do know but didn’t say a word to: thank you, thank you, thank you.You made meditating a little easier, and you made me fall in love with yoga all over again.
Thanks to yoga zombies for making me fall in love with yoga, and thanks to you for the conversation. Continue reading
Posted in Yoga
Tagged kristin shepherd, meditation, Yoga, yoga humor, yoga humour
Comments Off on Yoga Zombies
Following Delicious: Build Your Home Practice One Bite at a Time
I’d love to thank a couple of Yoga Journal readers who commented on a blog I posted about morning practice. Both Ty and Kelly said things about wishing they could summon the discipline or the inspiration to do morning practice.
I found myself shouting back to them when I read their lovely comments. Turns out they can’t hear me when I’m shouting. So I’ll say this in writing.
First, there are experts to listen to. So don’t listen to me unless it inspires you. I’m a yoga weenie. So new I squeak. But here’s one weenie’s thought on the subject of building a home practice.
I started my home practice in three minutes one night on my living room carpet. I did it because I found Friday tough. I loved my Tuesday class but I was doing drive-bys on Fridays. Do you know about those? You drive to class and your car goes right by. You drive by again and you end up at home, eating S&V chips and wishing you had some willpower. I was up to it on Tuesday but not at the end of the week.
So I did two Sun Salutations one night. I liked it. It grew slowly, slowly from there. Three Sun Salutations. Four Sun Salutations and a quickie Warrior II. Five Sun Salutations, Warrior II, and Savasana. And so it went.
One of the huge reasons I’m so into yoga is that it is DELICIOUS. In my home practice, I follow delicious as it gets bigger and longer. It’s like following a trail of chocolate brownies, but better.
To Ty and Kelly, I hope this is helpful in some way. If not, keep looking and you’ll find the answer that inspires you.
In the meantime: thanks to all who comment for your thoughts, and thanks to you for continuing the conversation. Continue reading
Posted in Yoga
Tagged kristin shepherd, Yoga, yoga humor, yoga humour
Comments Off on Following Delicious: Build Your Home Practice One Bite at a Time
Yoga Junkie
It’s 7:30 in the morning, and my phone rings. It’s my sister sounding like an undercover cop on surveillance: whispery voice, hand cupped over the phone, shifty eyes.
“I really love yoga,” she says. “You have no idea how much I love yoga right now.”
She’s a new yoga junkie. It happens. We arrive here from other sports, other pastimes, other loves, and we fall into yoga like matter into black holes.
I’ll bet you’ve had these hushed conversations.
“What about running?” I asked a yoga friend when he first fell. “I dunno,” he said. “I don’t want to run as much. It doesn’t help my yoga.” This, from marathon runner to marathon runner.
“I’m supposed to ride tomorrow, and all I want to do is go to yoga,” my sister continues. “I know,” I say. “I know the feeling.”
“I can jump through to a seated position,” she says. “Learned that last night.”
“Oh yeah,” I say, knowingly. “That’s good.”
“And I’m starting to get that thing about lifting my heart without sticking my front ribs out. You have no idea how good that is.”
“Oh yeah?” I say.
“Oh yeah,” she confirms. “And another thing: did I mention that my knees don’t hurt when I’m walking to work, now? Did I mention that?”
Yeah, you did, but that’s okay.
“You have no idea how good that is,” she persists.
I don’t want to scare anybody, but this is the way you begin to talk to the people you love. You can go on running, cycling, and all the rest of it. No one’s going to stop you, but you might love this yoga thing more than you thought.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Thanks to yoga for the inspiration, and thanks to you for the conversation.
Posted in Yoga
Tagged kristin shepherd, new yoga, Yoga, yoga blog, yoga humor, yoga humour
Comments Off on Yoga Junkie
Some Days We Are Enormous
I go to two yoga classes a week, but I do my own practice at home every single day. I adore it, and I wouldn’t miss it for much.
It’s still dark when I get out of bed, I shuffle to the kitchen and make a coffee (perhaps when I am a real yogi I’ll drink something healthier), drink half of it, set the timer on the microwave, and begin.
The first three Sun Salutations feel a bit tight, a bit creaky. Even my mind is tight and creaky. I’m thinking about getting my hands positioned correctly, thinking about rotating my thighs inward and pulling that lower belly in (something I have no idea how to do, still). Heels closer to the floor, shoulder blades down, etc. You know all of this.
Then something or someone–some larger part of me, perhaps–begins to well up. The rabid thinking slows down. Something warm and delicious takes its place. I begin to feel more generous with my positioning. I feel happy all of a sudden, and light.
Some days, about ten Sun Salutations in, this thing takes over and I go crazy, like a whirling dervish. My breath pours in and squeezes out, I’m warm from the inside out, I am strong, I am beautiful, and I am huge, somehow. Unconstrained. You should see my Warrior II pose. I fill the living room. I fill the house.
I love those days.
This morning was one of those days. I’d set the timer for 70 minutes and was so enormous by the end of it that I didn’t hear it go off. Best Savasana ever.
Does this ever happen to you?
Thanks to yoga for making us huge, and thanks to you for the conversation.
–Kristin Shepherd
Posted in Yoga
Tagged home practice, kristin shepherd, Yoga, yoga blog, yoga home practice, yoga humor
Comments Off on Some Days We Are Enormous
Better than Chocolate
I’m not so much into literal interpretations of resurrection myths, but I am completely into being reborn in any way I can, any time I can. This Easter weekend has been the best ever. On the death/life cusp this weekend: … Continue reading
A Body Sings
A yoga friend of mine describes his morning practice as his body singing to him. Isn’t that beautiful? I think of it every morning during my own practice when I begin to hear those sticky, ignoramus thoughts about oh-I’m-tighter/chunkier/older/more-gravity-stricken-than-i-was-when-i-went-to-bed. I … Continue reading
Posted in blog
Tagged death, friendship, humor, kristin shepherd, life, Yoga, yoga humor
Comments Off on A Body Sings