[I actully wrote this on Friday the 14th, but thought I'd lost it. I'm still learning how this blogspot site works. Guess I'll post it today.]
I began going to a yoga class as a diversion from the day-to-day stresses of caring for my very elderly mother. What I discovered was that the attention and respect I gave the instructor, the challenge of the poses, the fascination I felt for the entire subject allowed me to focus my mind on something other than my fears and worries about my abilities as a care giver.
Lo and behold!! Just setting those concerns aside for a few moments allowed me to view them from a different perspective when I (inevitably) took them up again. Gradually, class by class, something within me shifted to enable me to see that I was a very capable person, that my mother was safe with me, that we could face anything we needed to as she made her transition back to God - and we did.
I guess it's possible that any diversion might have produced the same results - anything that you love and has value for you. But there was just something about the combination of the physical and the mental effort required in a yoga practice that really worked its magic on me.
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