The above is the banner subtitle for “Yoga Suits Her”. I admit I have meandered from this theme occasionally, even writing from urban locales like Manhattan, San Francisco and Sydney. However, it is true that I have been on a journey of relocating my longtime yoga practice from city to country.
Hardly a day goes by when I don’t feel blessed to be in such a beautiful natural setting and to have the ease of practising yoga in a studio adjacent to our home.
I get distracted, though, sometimes. Like this morning. I set out my spot for Sirsasana so that I could look out onto our amazingly colourful, lush garden, and then noticed that I hadn’t replaced all the stones into the bed I was edging yesterday. So, before inverting, I diverted to finish the stonework. When I came back to Sirsasana, after my handiwork, I then I had a perfect view.
There are other distractions – a new birdsong that needs identifying, an unfamiliar car turning around in our cul-de-sac, a distant fox or wallaby (rare) seen on Farmer Scott’s property, the noise of machinery (chain saw, ride-on, slasher…).
I don’t really see these as distractions, more like interesting threads that I weave into the tapestry of my yoga practice. Or, it might very well be that this is a process of becoming one with the rural setting that is now my home.