This morning’s yoga practice underscored its importance in my life. Somehow, I easily forget that I haven’t been practicing for many years, that I’ve only practiced on a daily basis for about a year. But when I rise from the closing meditation (just as when I rise from sitting meditation or chanting), I feel renewed and rejuvenated, regardless of my mental and physical state prior to practice.
And I wondered how I could have slogged through life so many years without that feeling… remember the time I spent in the gym a few years back, how much I truly _enjoyed_ working out despite a constant struggle to get myself _into_ the gym each time. Sometimes with my yoga practice, I have the same problem with getting started: my ego, that inert sloth, wants to keep doing whatever it’s already doing.
I’m glad I’m getting better at not listening to it. I didn’t sleep all that well last night, so I only practiced the Sun Salutes, the standing poses, the first five _asana_ in Intermediate and the Closing sequence. For me, that’s a fairly short practice. Still, I rose from the mat with much more energy than when I started… and __focus__ too!
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