Forgive me Inner hot Yogi Self, for I have sinned…
It is three months since I graced the presence of your company and felt the warmth of the forty degree ray of heat healing my body.
I long to feel my joints stretch into submission and relax once more; rather than the stiffness of my knees, cracking like twigs in sympathy with the coldness of the weather.
I miss the 26 postures and even the familiar way that the yoga teachers describe the postures in strange and funny ways.
Like the teacher who says “Time to get rid of your wind!” or the one who dares you to smile and not take it all so seriously.
I want to go back. To a time when I slept like a baby at bedtime and woke only when daybreak came; entering a new challenge, a new day or a life centered and with purpose.
It seems like such a long time ago when I was in a crowded room in what seems like a million sweaty bodies, all working to find the pinnacle of enlightenment in a ninety minute meltdown.
But I don’t miss the sweaty bodies though, just the camaraderie of it all!
Will I be forgiven when I go back?
For I have given into the laziness of winter. It is constantly luring me to sit and vegetate in front of the television.
I find myself watching it hypnotically, as my thighs and stomach spread largely due to the overexertion of eating…
And will I receive a critical eye from the yoga teacher as I slip into the back of the room, hoping that no one can feel the guilt I feel at having left you for what seems an eternity?
The answer dear hot yogi self is no.
All thoughts of negativity are left at the door.
Just come back quickly, get there when you can.
Roll out your mat with PRIDE and take your place WITH confidence.
For in the yoga world, there is no judgement or noise, or song and dance because you didn’t come back sooner…
Just a warm enveloping heat, with plenty of smiles.
And some peace and harmony once more.