I’m on the road, enjoying one of those strange phenomena called a “working holiday”. It probably relates in kind to being “semi-retired”. When I first moved to the country launching myself into retirement, I was not well. I was facing major surgery, after which I needed 3 solid months of recovery and rehabilitation from double hip replacements. My mind was still in working mode, though, so I translated the physiotherapy practice I was meant to do every day into yoga practice. I did most of the practice lying on the dining room table, either on my stomach or on my back, because I wasn’t able to get down onto the floor as yet. Then, I set up cushions (still on the table) and other yoga props, and used them as chest openers. I could do pranayama this way. Yoga nidra was an added treat and put me in a healing frame of mind and body. It’s still challenging this retirement thing, having started up a little on-line business this year – YogaAnywhere – to draw boundaries around when I’m working and when I’m not. I figure that in the best of all possible worlds, my life is all yoga, and that’s what I aspire to.
For those who seek liberation wholeheartedly, realisation is near.* *The Yoga Sutra of Patanjali, translation and commentary by Chip Hartranft