On Saturday mornings I go to a yoga class. I go for my body but I wish it would help me with my mind too. I just cannot meditate or ‘switch off’. If anybody needed a bit of chanting and zoning out and chakra and zen (see, I even misuse the terminology) it’s me. My lovely teacher, Elizabeth, who is calmness and grace personified, tells us that, if we find our mind wandering during relaxation or meditation we must just acknowledge it, put it to one side and start concentrating on our breathing again. I try, I really do but all the time I am thinking of what I am going to do the rest of the day, what fabric I’m going to use for which project, whether there’s going to be a good flea market on the next morning, will I be able to understand the next episode of Dr. Who and just ‘stuff’ in general. This is why I can’t sleep at night.
I keep going though because it’s supposed to help with arthritis – which I haven’t got yet and don’t want – and flexibility. Apparently, I am very flexible. I am keeping this a secret from Mr. T in case he gets any ideas. Also, who wouldn’t want to pitch up here every saturday morning?
It’s a lovely drive on the way there too. Lots of fields and greenery and livestock and deserted roads and teeny villages and time to stop and go aaaaaah.
Any tips for ‘switching off’ would be gratefully received – preferably non-alcohol related as I do that already – although not before yoga on a saturday morning.