Today I went to an hour-and-a-half “Flow Yoga” class. This is new for me; I typically squeeze in the “Power Hour” Yoga class once or twice a week. I may come to class, nearly late and often leave early. I guess I am trying to wedge the Zen into my day. Today I took space, for the long flow class and each pose she lead us to hold for five full deep “this-is-painfully-long-is-she-absolutely-kidding-me-are-we-STILL-here?” breaths.
Then, about 45 min into class, I started noticing that with each breath I felt a little more about the pose, if I paid attention to the feeling I would find more space, more nuance, more depth. After 45 min of this slow deep flow I was finally there in the moment, and I giggled because I guess that’s why they schedule the class for an hour and a half – it takes the Type-A speed junkie’s 45 minutes to GET in to the class!
In those five breaths I melted edges, found alignment, and got closer to knowing what the pose was about. I wonder if we gave ourselves just 5 min of real true hunger before we eat, five minutes of space in that hungry place. If we could count five breaths for five minutes and notice what our body craves, feeling what we might be missing instead of grabbing for nuts or chips or chocolate. Is there something our body needs that we would feel if we would only take-5 before we Fill our Cup? Enjoy your weekend, take-5.