The first time I remember meeting someone who practiced yoga was probably in the early nineties.
Whilst studying college in Madrid, I was frequently invited to have dinner at the home of my friends Lara and Julieta. Dinner at 'Casa Hernandez' was called 'El Sistema' (The system). Every evening they would have the same meal, an assortment of cured hams, chorizo, cheese, a magnificent salad and the most delicious fresh bread.
I sometimes dream (and drool) I could have a similar set up here in Ireland.
It was at these dinners that Santos, Lara and Julieta's dad, would amuse us with his newly acquired yoga skills.
(I could actually write several posts about Santos, who collected The Little Prince books in every single language / edition he could find and had the most diverse library which covered many walls from floor to ceiling)
His demonstrations didn't include downward dog or sun salutations, he would entertain us with yoga exercises for the eyes! Fully controlled eye movements, which of course had us in stitches.
Despite the laughs, curiosity was triggered and I have tried yoga many times throughout the years but hadn't really embraced or enjoyed the experience. My head is/was too wired and distracted to sit still, focus and meditate or exercise.
Things have changed. I tried yoga again in 2011 and have become hooked. I think I'm more relaxed now and credit is really due to my teacher Dee who is just brilliant.
I'm not sure what kind of yoga it is, it doesn't matter. I think it's some form of Vinyasa, or something like that. But what I do know is the last 10 minutes of the class, when the teacher asks us to wrap up and put our socks on, it's probably one of the highlights of my week.
I always bring along cashmere socks and my softest sweater,
and for a few moments I'm healed, and in heaven.
(I always have links/credit for the pictures I post, but I had this one in my files without a reference. If you know who or where it's from, so I can credit it properly, please let me know)