Somedays all I want to do is yoga. I need it, I yearn for it, and I crave it. The urge is similar to that of an alcoholic- I just want it. Last Wednesday was one of those days.
I had accomplished all of my morning cleaning, the girls were fed and dressed, and the laundry was going while the rain pitter-pattered outside on a gloomy June 1st (probably the reason I need to do yoga is because this weather is depressing). It was 10:30 and everything was in place: Baby girl #2 and the dog were asleep while Baby Girl #1 was cuddled up on the sofa watching Holiday Inn (what else would an almost three year old do when it's raining and pretending to be winter outside?) I grabbed my mat and rolled it out. While I lay in corpse pose, listening to the beginning of a podcast (from my friend Alisa Keeton) and sinking into the earth, I felt all my tension fade away and I found stillness.