Yoga Lunging And Its Possible Consequences

   .... But ....

Whilst you're down there... you may as well relax. That's what yoga is for ain't it?

Yoga And The Challenge Of "Lunging"

See.... sometimes a pose is a bit.... wobbly.

It does not seem right to wobble whilst practicing "The Lunge".









But sometimes one just does feel that old wobble starting.....

Yoga And Life's Ups And Downs

Sometimes you get days when plans don't work out....

....so I am still practisin' this yoga thing in the hopes that tensions will ease and I will greet each day as a new start...

Here I am.... getting ready for something called "The Lunge".....

We could all do with a good lunge now and then.

Yoga's Challenge....

My first Yogic challenge is .... how to learn some.
As has been said - by others to my furious little face...
"Of course you be not a group person... be you."
Perish the thought. Can you not see I be not a joining-in kind of gal?

Actually this be news to me..... but groups be groups..... frequently sharp of tooth and claw.... perhaps tongue also. And I do accept that a small person what do not drive is a useless thing in rural areas. Bus journeys do take longer than the events attended and may take one on to pastures new.... but not where one planned to be going always... (see subject tag "Transport")

So I take the cowards way out and get myself an MP3 download..... Maintenant, je yoga chaque jour with me earpieces in ..... peaceful as a thoughtful frog listening to birdsong.

Yoga Continued....

 Of course... suppleness is a thing to be admired... as is a strong spine that supports all the floppy bits of elderness.

Moi? I'd like to get those hips stretching a bit...... so I do not hobble down hill because, believe you me, ... there be plenty of downhill in Cornwall.

But more to the point.....

I do frighten myself in the mirror when I be trying on a summer frock in the dress shop.

Drastic Measures

I decide that hips that refuse to work going downhill are a thing to be discouraged. Time to get supple....er.

Not to mention all the blood pressure raising that I be very good at these days... what with the jury's decisions at the BBC Cardiff Singer of the World.... which seem a bit over the top.....

.....and the general resurgent dog-whistling about baby boomers and their sapping of the hard-working tax payer.....

 (Alors! Moi je pay le tax aussi.)


So I do decide that something needs to be done about meself otherwise I do be following Mrs D down a road paved with empty bottles of red........ Voila!

Yoga.