Namaste

Today I returned to my yoga class. It. Kicked. My. Ass. I am going to hurt tomorrow. And I have lost a depressing amount of strength and flexibility during my 10-month hiatus. But it feels great to be back. An entire hour, twice a week, just for me. An entire hour to clear my head of all I should or could be doing and instead think about nothing.

At the end of today's session, while in the savasna pose, I couldn't help but remember the last time I did yoga. It was about half-way through my pregnancy. I loved the savasna pose because not only are you at the height of relaxation, but it was at that time that I felt the most movement from Jackson. I would go through the whole class in anticipation of those final few moments when I would feel him rolling and turning and kicking inside me. How far he has come.

We end every class with a bow. Our teacher, Tanya, says "namaste" and we repeat it back to her. The literal translation is "I bow to you" but a more lose meaning is "The spirit in me, honors the spirit in you".

Namaste.