On a roll here with my rhymes, so I’ll keep them going maybe for one more time. A couple of years back, we felled about 100 pines from the back of our property. I don’t mean to offend any tree-lovers; I’m one myself. But this variety of pine is opportunistic and will eventually overtake everything, except the lantana which has an unfortunate (for us) symbiotic relationship with them. A horticulturist recommended planting some grasses and ivies on the slope to save it from sliding into the wetland below. We planted maybe 300 tube stock over the area and poured water crystals into each hole to guarantee them some moisture in the absence of much rain activity. It was hard work, all done by hand in steamy summer weather.
We learned a couple of things: 1) grasses grow in our somewhat loamy soil but ivy-types prefer anything but; 2) and weeds of any shape, size and thorniness will thrive on newly chewed up ground. It always amazes me how many different kinds of people are attracted to yoga. Time and again, over the years I’ve been teaching, I’ve seen people who I thought would be total mismatches for yoga take to it like terns diving for river fish. A beginner shows up for a 10-week yoga course, appears to struggle through, and then can’t wait to sign on for the next level. A senior decides to tackle the gradual stiffening of his aging body by doing a “gentle” once-a-week yoga class and pretty soon he’s at the studio 2 or 3 times a week. A peak athlete finally listens to his girlfriend’s nagging and is able to repair old injuries and improve his performance. I’ve even had teen-agers playing up horribly all through their high school yoga classes and then go on to be yoga teachers. Go figure. This is what I think. Yoga is just the right universal blend of earth to grow us in all the ways it’s possible to be human. Just plant yourself, stay with it, let your taproots go down, and see what happens in 20 or 50 years’ time.