Yoga Unplugged
We are spending a week in small town Colorado, decompressing and soaking in some heavenly hot springs. This is the first time in about a year that I have been away from my local yoga studio for an extended period, and not on a yoga retreat. I am finding myself seeking out snippets of time and space every day to practice a few poses—no music, no studio, no teacher, no yoga DVD, sometimes no mat—just my body and breath. I smile to think about the days when I had to make myself do yoga on vacation…and then feel guilty because I would never quite get around to it. Now I can’t seem to NOT do yoga. On the long drive out, I would stretch and grab a trikonasana or two at stops along the way. My daughter said, “Whenever you stretch, it looks like you are doing yoga.” I pause, waiting for the teen eye roll, then she says, “I think that is so cool.” Yeah, me too.