I need to get my vinyasa on in order to stay right. We’ve been having some spectacular Tuesday night Yoga in Washington Park in Albany. The end of August is magic…and to be in the park, in your most fierce warrior or on your head or both (ha), watching the stars start to peek out and the vagrants shout obscenities while Meredith rubs you down with bougie Orange essence oil….this. is. my. element. Tiny fruit slices of orange colored heaven.
Last night it was just 3 of us and it was perfect. I think for some people it can be A FOOL’S ERRAND to take a stab at inner peace while 14 year old boys on bikes ride by on the pegs of other boys bikes and yell things like…”ya’ll are mad weird!” I think it’s pretty funny and no one has ever done anything besides gives us positive feedback/break into Meredith’s car.
We finished a little late last night and it was mostly dark out. When I got back to my neighborhood the moon was SO bright over the river. I really wanted to take a picture of it so chased it around monument square looking for the perfect photo opp. This was one of those moments where I really wanted to go the wrong way down a one way, but thought if a cop asked me what I was doing and I said “trying to see the moon” I would have surely 100% been committed. So I looped around, got stuck at a light, took too long, and the way I saw it was gone. Summertime Sadness. Here is what it looked most like, but 76 times more beautiful:
Yoga has really changed the speed of my head, heart, feet, mouth, etc. Not in all moments, but in the ones that benefit from a certain amount of still. I know it sounds super cliche and I hate that. It just so happens that Yoga got pretty cool and I’ve been a solid candidate for slowing my roll and cultivating some inner quiet. I still often get caught trying to race to get into a pose as quickly as possible, but get reminded that there is no finish line and that this is NOT a race and I cannot win at it. Rightttttt.
Meredith is unfortunately (for us) moving on to concrete-er pastures, so these outdoor adventure classes are super short lived. If laying in the grass and standing on your head makes you half as happy as it makes me, I highly recommend this end-summer-nights-dream.
(I hate Lana Del Rey but love her songs, clothes, sadness, and even her fake lips and eyelashes.)