No-ga

 I love yoga... Not the now hip, hot yoga but the meditative, deliberate, spiritual practice of yoga. Life has side stepped into my practice on and off for the last few years but my studying of Eastern religion and philosophies, devotionals (when I can remember) as well as some poses have remained with me. I attended yoga w a friend last week and I was delighted to plant my feet to my mat. What I did not anticipate is how difficult it would be being pregnant. 

Now, again, I have not been participating in my yoga practices regularly but one would think a few poses would be relaxing. I found I was breathing hard every change I made.  Childs pose was the worst! I found that I needed to separate my knees to fit my now ever growing belly between so I could have room. A few times I could hear my negative self talk ... What we women are so great.... But quickly was able to reframe. Yoga is a practice. An ever expanding and challenging practice. And I was doing just that... Practice. Granted it's not where I've been and certainly isn't where I am going but it's my practice, not comparable to others. 

What I will say is although it is a practice... I totally rocked my pregnant shavasana ;)