I needed yoga last night for 14 insignificant reasons and 3 significant ones.
Yesterday I ran across a few sentences written by Elizabeth Bishop: “Life’s fairly enjoyable, but every so often I look back and see only the confused flotsam of a hundred quickly done, half-done, ill-done efforts. So, I suppose, one fills up, but can anything be well-done that isn’t accompanied by dreaming, sloth, contemplation, leisure?” It resonated.
Five people showed up for yoga last night and we yoga’ed and yoga’ed for 75 minutes and it was humbling and invigorating and relaxing and at the beginning of the session when we were asked to come up with a word to repeat to ourselves during the breathing sequence, the only word that came to my mind was Frosting. Later, as we became more aware of our breathing, the instructor asked us to repeat the word that we chose at the beginning of class, but precede it with I Am. “For example,” she said “I am love. I am peace. I am forgiveness.”
I am frosting. The first time I said it to myself, I laughed. But then it sort of became part of me and a few minutes later I touched my head to the floor during a wide-legged forward fold.
I’ve never done that before.
I am frosting.
5 thoughts on “I’m a noun and a verb.”
…on the cupcakes of life. And each and every one of is is wonderful and beautiful and finger-lickin’ good!!!
(That’s all I’ve got , and sure it doesn’t make much sense — but neither do I half the time, so at least I’m keeping it real here!)
Happy feast day to you and your sweet family tomorrow!!
Frosting. I like it.
Happy Thanksgiving, Angela! I hope you and your family have a good day together tomorrow.
Also – I am pie.
We have desk yoga via conference call once a week.
I used to laugh at it until I actually DID it.
now…I love it.
Brown butter frosting on hummingbird cake with cream cheese custard filling. It doesn’t make much of a mantra, but oh, my goodness – is it ever good!
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