After moving from the home which we really conceived of as
our place of retirement we have been settling into new daily patterns of
living.
Some changes have been very good, and really quite
unanticipated.
It has been replaced with a gym membership and resumption of
yoga practice.
My first introduction to yoga was during my ministry in Ashton, Idaho.
A wise woman of the congregation approached me about offering a short
introductory yoga class. She first met the teacher through her ministry to the
dying as a Hospice Volunteer. The community interest in the yoga class was
enthusiastic. We started with a six week
session in the fall, before the heavy winter weather would create travel
problems at night. My own experience was positive. Frankly though, I simply
lacked enough discipline to continue on my own after the offering. We repeated
the offering again the following year. And again I lacked discipline to keep up
the practice. Too many real obstacles to engage in a student-teacher
relationship served as the reason for letting it slip. I merely dabbled in the
practice, accumulating the equipment and supportive videos but tucking them
just out of sight. I became a lapsed yoga student. It was a yoga seed planted
in shallow soil.
Since our move has placed us in a neighborhood that lacks
the same delightful place to do morning walks on the edge of our community, the
membership at a local gym seemed the best way to recommit to our much needed
and appreciated exercise. The double bonus was the availability of yoga
classes.
So now, instead of cramped up tight toes I am developing Yoga
toes.
That’s right, Yoga Toes.
“As shoes for your feet put on whatever will make you ready
to proclaim the gospel of peace.” Ephesians 6:15
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