I get the breathing.
Can't fold the legs quite
right for sitting, and L4 and L5
collapse when getting up without hands,
and, oh yes, knees hurt . . . well . . . twinge
after sitting cross legged,
but I get the breathing:
In, out, hear your breath,
get in touch with your core.
I also do the touching
of palms pretty well.
Balance ... not so good
and groin muscles... sore,
but I do get the breathing.
I am, in fact,
a little concerned that I am so
good at the breathing I might
faint, especially during the
Sun Salutation—which requires
a sequence of moves
that I can never remember.
I simply focus on the positive: my
talent for breathing is a gift.
I am determined to cull
this ancient venerable practice
and extract only
what I really need and
breathing is right up on top
of my short list.
© by Anita S. Pulier.
Used with the author's permission.
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