Monday, September 11, 2017

Folding In

In most yoga classes, there is a traditional flow sequence that visitors to a new class recognize. The postures, the standing to seated to savasana pattern, the breathing techniques are designed to be familiar after repeated practises. In my many years of practicing, I have learned the ways yoga poses can function as cheap little therapy sessions. Sometimes powerful, difficult poses held long centre me when I am feeling all over the place inside my head. Twists help wring out negative detritus, as well as aid digestion. Standing poses that connect my feet to the floor ground me after being away from home. This week, what I really needed are some good forward folds.

When seated or standing, a forward fold is exactly that: You bend, usually at the hip crease, bringing your chest and head forward. As you can imagine, your eyes usually end up looking at your knees or legs, in close proximity, depending on your flexibility. I usually tire of staring at my kneecaps up close, so I take those poses with my eyes closed. If they are held for a good long while, tightly wound cords begin to unravel. My fast-moving mind starts to slow and still itself. In that stillness, inevitably, dormant feelings are coaxed out of hiding, invited forward by the silence.


There aren't many times in a day when I am still. Probably just when I am deep asleep or staring at a TV show. I don't give myself many chances to shake out all the noise, the constantly-running monologue. So when I do, when there is quiet, there is a permission for those more reserved, hesitant parts of myself to come into the light, to make themselves seen and heard. Quietly, gently, but felt. That's where the magic of a good, long-held forward fold comes in. Introspection, quiet and a slow opening, both metaphoric and literal (forward folds make for great hip and calf stretches). This week, feeling like I had not paid proper attention to how I was feeling for the better part of summer, I took advantage of a quiet evening to check in and listen.

I rolled out my mat, and began, easing into things, lubricating my joints, and stretching out any kinks I noticed. I found my way into a few forward bends, standing and then sitting. I stayed there, and breathed, and listened to the silence. There weren't words, or coherent thought patterns, but there were feelings. I began to feel my eyes well up. Like butter, my ligaments warmed and melted into the mat beneath me. I exhaled with deep sighs. I made my way out of them slowly, transitioning from one pose to the next deliberately slow.

I finished up, brushed my teeth, and set myself up in bed to write. I put pen to page, without stopping, curious to see what words would come out after that bottle was uncorked. I read back my work and gained some clarity, some insight into what was really weighing on me.

I will always be thankful to yoga, for being a practice I can access anywhere, anytime. I am thankful I have learned how to address my pains and aches (both body and heart) without leaving my living room, while giving my body attention and strength work.

1 comment:

  1. Wonderful and keep it up! You are doing a great job by doing such exercises in order to keep your body in shape and fit. And thank you for giving us the tips. Perfect way to kill the boredom

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