SATURDAY MORNING YOGIS

Like smooth round pebbles in the depths of a hollow at the bottom of a cool, clear stream, the Saturday morning yogis gather. They gather and lie still and let the world wash over them. It swirls around them, the ebb and flow of life, always on the move. But the Saturday morning yogis lie still, breathe and learn to be.

Like smooth round pebbles rolling along the bottom of a cool, clear stream, the Saturday morning yogis move together. They bend and stretch and hold. They breathe in and out, their focus inward, unaware of the pebble beside them. Still part of the stream flowing around them, but on their own journey. Filling, for that moment, the space that is theirs to fill. Eyes closed. Breathe in through the nose. Breathe out through the nose. Tadasana, mountain pose. Breathe in through the nose. Breathe out through the nose. Adho Mukha Svanasana, downward facing dog. Breathe in through the nose. Breathe out through the nose. Virabhadrasana I, warrior one.

Source; Canungra Yoga Studio
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Like smooth round pebbles that have washed to edge of the stream, the Saturday yogis stop, pause for a moment and balance. Like water flowing by, the distractions of the world continue. Find a Drishti, focus; breathe in, Vriksasana, tree pose, breathe out. Breathe in, Virabhadrasana III, warrior three, breathe out. Breathe in, Ardha Chandrasana, half-moon pose, breathe out. Breathe in, Utthita Hasta Padangusthasana, hand-to-big-toe pose , breathe out. Balance, be still, focus.

Like smooth round pebbles lying motionless on the bank of the stream the Saturday morning yogis rest, recover, restore. The stream, the world outside, flows past, always moving. The noise of life, distant. The distractions of the day, gone. The chatter in their heads, cleared. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out, Viparita Karan, fountain of youth. Deep breathe in, deep breath out, Baddha Konasana, bound angle. Deep breathe in, deep breath out, Sukhasana, seated pose. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out, Savasana, corpse pose.

The morning is now perfectly still, although the cars still pass, people outside still chatter, dogs in the distance still bark, birds in the trees still whistle. The morning is perfectly still. The Saturday morning yogis are perfectly still.

Being. Breathing.

om..... om..... om..... om..... om.....

namaste