: Routine :
Posted: August 25, 2015 Filed under: Kindness, Meditation, Mindfulness, Yoga | Tags: #Routine, Mindfulness, Omaha, yoga 13 CommentsOne of the main reasons that we lose our enthusiasm in life is because we become ungrateful. We let what was once a miracle become common to us. We get so accustomed to his goodness it becomes a routine-
What is your routine when you prepare for yoga class (or anything really)? Hit the alarm clock and jump out of bed on one foot, whist telling the world you are awake on Insta-Whatever? Whack the snooze button a dozen times or so? Waking, peacefully, to me, is the most important part of the day. Sadly, I have forgotten to honor this time, choosing instead to “practice” in an antiseptic studio that feels anything but right, for me.
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I used to take several minutes to notice my breath arriving gently in the morning. Savoring a few, rhythmic deep breaths as my body awakens. My sense of smell, my eyes adjusting to the morning light, the sensation of my body walking slowly across the cold wooden floor in our kitchen, and the morning sounds of the world waking alongside me, as I slide open the patio door … Now I find myself searching where I last placed the car keys, and rushing to class.
Daily Meditation:
This is my story, as to why I decided not to practice in a local yoga studio, anymore. My routine has replaced – Mindfulness, and I am not comfortable with this.
CultFit 
Every breath we take is a moment to reconnect with ourselves… without judgment.
Namaste
Dear friend,
What a beautiful message to keep practicing gratitude and this picture captivated me and brought me here from my Reader window.
Thanks for sharing,
Best wishes,
Anand 🙂
Amen.
Is it too late to ask for another Amen!?!
Amen
I’ve been doing yoga regularly since early 1978 and have attended perhaps a handful of classes. I started with a teacher who came to my home for a short series of lessons then went from there. I attended Kundalini class once or twice with Sikhs and bought a book and added that in. Later after an injury, the state paid for me to work individually with a yoga teacher and she designed a routine for my particular issues. I’m sure my practice isn’t as varied as i would have gotten in class but it works for me. Hope you find what works for you.
Your story is very similar to mine, and who knows, maybe one of these days we will have the chance to practice – preferably outside and before the sun comes up 🙂
Be well my friend and do take care!
Ah, I hear you. I am also choosing a home practice over a class at the moment, although I do enjoy taking a class, when it is right for me – right time, right place, right teacher. Meanwhile, I have what I need here.
I really am taking your kind thoughts to heart. With a million things going on, I was putting way to much pressure on myself, and others trying to keep to my routine. You know what the best part is? Knowing that we alone, are enough 🙂
I hope you are having a wonderful morning – Take care and be well!
Yes! We are enough 🙂
Which one are you not comfortable with? That your routine has changed? Or that you are not practicing in the studio anymore?
One of the things taught in yoga is flexibility. This does not amount to merely contorting our bodies… yoga teaches us to be flexible to what arises – whether during an asana or a life changing event. How we adapt ourselves to what comes… this is what a yoga practice is.
Does that mean I practice alone now? 😉
I’ll have to answer that I am uncomfortable with both at the moment. Rushing to find time to go to class, and when I do go, merrily going through the motions while there. Time away from keeping a set routine has invigorated my spirit to find new ways to “practice” <– Whatever that is, and have fun doing so 🙂
I do not like being rushed, feeling rushed, in the morning, either. Dulce and I do “huggybuggyinbed” time together. A great way to wake up for the day. . . but that means I miss breakfast with my hubby. Choices do not always come easily.
I hope you find peace with your decision, and find comfort in mindfulness alone, away from the sterile classroom. Peace, my friend.