Words that come to my mind when I think of Yoga :
- Something at which I haven’t had a proper chance to experience
- Something that I long to experience
I have read about people writing rave reviews of their experiences of Yoga, friends enjoying to the fullest, near and dear ones talking about the magical powers it holds and the wonders it could make.
I have had very few chances to feel the wonders , but they didn’t last long. Owing to the other aspects that took over at various phases of my life, or my lack of determination at giving it a serious try, the lack or absence continued long.
This lockdown, as it turned many things upside down, provided opportunities in many forms too. Mid April, I realised I could make use of this opportunity to explore Cult app, that offered Yoga sessions at home too.
To say that I enjoyed them is an understatement. Be it the desire that I had been nurturing for so long , or the greatness of the trainers or the way they organise, or the magic itself that’s a part of Yoga, I relished them all. Each session always ended with a nice feeling, of having accomplished something, of having learnt something new, of having a hope of looking forward for the next one .
I enjoyed this brief journey until the beginning of June, when A’s online classes have begun and my timings got readjusted. I don’t want to say that I have stopped the journey, rather would say that I have given it a pause.
Hoping my will power wouldn’t wane and the circumstances would be in my favour, here I wait for those moments to embrace more of that divinity and learn little and little of that vast knowledge….