You think I’m going to be talking about life and death again, don’t you? Cemeteries and ancestors and honoring life?
Well…yes. And no.
I am actually going to discuss Touching Our Toes.
How many of you can touch your toes?
Show of hands!
Many of you know that I started yoga lessons back in March. My friend, Shanel, began teaching me Downward Dog, Cow, Sunrise Salutation, Tree pose.
Yep, it’s been seven months now.
The first five months I practiced once a week. Let’s do Warrior I! Warrior II! Reverse Warrior. Let’s do Child’s Pose. Let’s do Happy Baby. Let’s stretch. Stretch…stretch…stretch.
Starting in late August my body finally figured out how to do it without an instructor. I began doing the entire routine every week-day morning. It was a huge accomplishment to be able to do this alone.
I started out four inches from the toes. OK, maybe five inches. Flexibility has never been my strength. Except mentally! Mentally, I am so flexible that I do figure eights. Even emotionally I can bend around corners. But physically…nah.
I can touch my toes, dear reader! I am dancing around the living room just thinking about it! Heaven hath reached earth! Fingers in the sky have reached the carpeting. It’s everything I have ever wanted–and more.
(OK, maybe not everything I have ever wanted. But it is happening! Unless you stop by the house at 6 a.m. Then we’re still two inches from the toes. You have to wait until evening. Then we’re touching. We’re there. We’ve made it!)
I’m waiting to hear how you report. Can you really touch your toes? Have you been able to touch your knuckles on the ground–like someone who lives with me? Are you flexible?
If not, have faith. It’s possible to learn this skill. Give it two months of almost daily stretching. You’ll find your fingers stretching lower, lower, lower.
You, too, will reach the earth! You’re almost there…