I've messed with yoga for a number of years, mostly self-taught from books. My town now has a movement studio -- andFLEW! -- with excellent classes in everything from ballroom dancing to t'ai chi to yoga. I attended my first early morning class (6:30) today and remembered a haiku I wrote a couple of decades ago:
distant crows caw as I
become a cobra
As a result of this morning's practice, I have felt looser and lighter all day. Although I haven't heard crows cawing, I did see and hear swallows calling in two notes as they swooped and circled overhead.
I heard the swallows while walking my dog; she looked up at their cries but lost interest quickly. They have remained with me as part of the yoga of this cold cloudy day.
And? -- learn your form, develop it, and then relax into it. Don't forget to breathe!
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