Our baseline stress level is often something we’re not aware of until removing ourselves from it. Or even till re-entering the fray.
Coming home we recognize the stresses of technology and media and the routines of making a living. And the cold weather somehow amplifies the strain.
A little detachment gets you outside the box. It gives you a fresh perspective like sailing away from shore and looking behind at the urban matrix that’s been messing with your head. Suddenly you can think again.
Or not think. Yoga is the process of transporting yourself back on that boat. Because for practical reasons we can’t always be out at sea. We use our body to get there. And our awareness. You can’t relax joints and muscles without relaxing the mind too.
Especially as you enter middle-age and beyond you see very tangibly the value of keeping ahead of the problem. The problem of sore backs, knees, osteoporosis, hip-replacement surgery…
All of which are miraculously alleviated by a regular practice of the most pleasurable of disciplines.
Yoga tonight 730. Abs tomorrow. Weight-lifting Tuesdays.
Ciao, Pietro
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