Taking Flight

My entire life I could never touch my toes, not even as a little kid. My flexibility was nil. But as long as I can remember, I had wanted to “try” yoga. Celebrities were doing it. The girl next door was doing it. Cats and dogs even had poses named after them. But me, I was filled with insecurity and trepidation – I was intimidated. And when I lived life in a small town and a new yoga studio opened up just a block away, I knew I had no excuse. I would do it, I told myself. But three years later I moved from that small town, never even having stepped foot into that yoga studio.

But now I say, ah, asana. Give me more! I breathe deeper. I walk taller.

So, what happened? Almost a year ago I received a brochure for “adult education programs” and yoga for beginners was one of the classes. This time I was determined. I completed the registration, wrote out the check, and sent it in. There was no turning back.

And I haven’t looked back since.

Now I am a member of two different yoga studios. One is just seconds from my house which could not be more convenient. The other is a few miles away but it’s where I first fell in love with studio practice and I am reluctant to leave it.

Now not only can I touch my toes, I can grab a yogi toe lock. And on a wide leg forward bend, I can plant my palms firmly on the floor.

It's amazing how when I finally took flight, that's when I became grounded.