Yoga with Leigh Ann

I have to tell you I was just way too relaxed to write this last night.  The nice ride back and forth to the session was actually part of the adventure.  It was nice to laugh and chat and catch up and ponder life all in one fun little Jeep ride.  I've dappled in yoga from time to time, here and there so I had some expectations.  It exceeded my expectations and took me on a journey.  First of all there was just me and my mat.  Nobody calling, nobody bugging, nobody doing anything.  The nice people actually stay on their own mats asking nothing of me.  I could concentrate on me...something I don't get to do very often.  I could push and pull my own body.  I could breathe.  I've been waiting a very long time to do so.  In fact, I was TOLD to breathe.  I like direction so I took it and ran with it.  By the end of the session I was drifting away into a place so divine I feel the need to find it again.  It was magical.  In the ninety or so minutes I had to concentrate, push myself, get over fear, stretch myself physically and mentally and finally had to quiet my mind.  While limp on the mat I would catch myself floating away like a balloon.  Thoughts of my to do list and my zoo pulling at my string.  Tug. Tug. Pull. Tug.  So I cut my string and just allowed the floating to happen and boy was it wonderful.  That is a brand new feeling for me.  So I did two new things yesterday...such an overachiever.  Leigh Ann, I thank you for all of it.  Namaste.  (Oh come on, you know I HAD to say it!)