Inward: I feel good. Delicious yoga this morning that made my body feel like one piece again. Joanna Penn and I talked on the show the other day how yoga brought us both into our bodies after somehow managing to live 40+ years being just a head in space. Three, maybe four years ago, I couldn’t isolate muscles in my body to relax them. If I noticed myself hunched up, I didn’t know what to do about it. I’d try to release the tension, but I didn’t know how to drive the vehicle I was in.
Now, I love living in this body.
And the yoga–eyes still happen. This morning when I was done, I went into the kitchen and was astonished at the beauty of the bright white clouds above the trees behind Juan’s house—they scudded inland, high and fast. The bare trees were dark below them, and they reminded me of that Magritte Empire of Light I love so much and always visit when I’m in Venice. I saw it because I was there, because my eyes were open in that post–yoga glow.
Then I took a shower, which I normally dislike. It’s not that I hate washing or the water or anything—it’s just such a BORE. I’d much prefer to take my nightly bath to get clean, but I needed to wash my hair, and I tell you what, being in the shower right after yoga is amazing. I could feel the water and instead of barreling through the steps to get done as fast as possible, I just let myself feel how good it was to be there, under the warmth. I do yoga most mornings, and it almost never fails to bring me into alignment with myself. Yesterday I skipped it because of time constraints, and I felt the lack all day.
When I do yoga, my bones fit inside my skin.