Don’t get me wrong - I love yoga. It is my absolute bliss. I want to be one of those ninety-year-olds who can downward dog like a teenager.
Because I’ve always been more of a stretchy bendy girl than a runny jumpy girl and add the quiet, the strength, the ability to give my mind a much-needed time out and it is necessary to my life.
I’ve also been doing it so long now, that it actually works. And thank goodness.
Outside of yoga my mind is a constant crazy scribble. A jumbled mess of appointments, memories, things I should have remember but know I’ve forgotten, current books ideas, new book ideas, kids stuff and so on.
Until the moment I step into a yoga studio and for a good hour and a half all that simply goes away. My mind goes quiet. My breathe evens. And I am truly in the now.
Thoughts do happen. And that’s okay! Normal even. One simply learns to accept the thought then let it go. I like to watch mine float across my mind and out of sight like clouds on a windy day.
Now, here’s the problem. What happens when the thought that I am meant to watch blow away is a pertinent plot idea for a book?!?!?
I had that very problem last night. There I was, lying with my legs up a wall as I began to wind down. My brain filled with blissful oxygen. My muscles all warm and tingly. Getting my yoga on.
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Then BAM! Idea. And not just any idea, but A Very Important Idea That Will Tie My Entire Book Together.
It was the most truly odd sensation. (In the moment I likened it to drowning, drama queen that I am.) My mind all floaty and soft, my instincts fought for all they were worth.
Instead of choosing a gentling mantra (inner peace, patience, good health etc) I was secretly chanting the bones of my idea (“Prime Minister, University Grant, Old Lecturer”) in my head, hoping all the while my yoga instructor couldn’t tell that I was totally cheating. It was very stressful!
The moment Namaste left my mouth I ran to my phone, frantically typing down those notes, breathing a sigh of relief when done. Phew. Crisis averted.
I think I need another yoga class just to get over the last one!
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Have you ever tried yoga (if not, you really should!) Or is running more your bag? What about Pilates? Soccer? Underwater wrestling? Rescuing wine from a bottle? What’s your favourite way to decompress?