Theirs are definitely more in depth, an exploration of their wonders and thoughts while going through the practice. I love the ones where the writer muses about the effect of a good, or a bad practice. They usually resonate with what I feel after my own practice.
My posts on this particular blog was at most, short, and squat. It bears a scary resemblance to my now quite defunct triathlon blog and literally has the mark of a triathlete. When I was training for races, I kept a blog/journal of my practice. They were always short, in lists, and informative: stating my drills, the routes, timing, and something new I introduced or learned. Hardly there was an entry about what I felt at that moment, unless it was really a mood changing training.
It sort of seeped into this blog.
The reason I opened a new blog was because I always feel I have a lot of things to write about with one interest. I just love to write, that I grew up with tons of blogs for my interests - I had a sewing blog, a running blog, etc and now a yoga blog. I had meant to use this as a vessel to chart my progress, both physically and mentally, well spiritually and emotionally as well into my forays of yoga. I wanted to write about how awesome this feels and how I am always feeling good after a practice. I want to yell out loud that sometimes I feel like I could sing from a good, hard practice. I want to write about how my hips would definitely feel more open after Bandha Konasana every single time. I want to write that practicing using a tennis skort is annoying.
It didn't happen. What I have instead, is a bunch of hastily written blog posts on the practice I did, more on quantity, than quality. It's an old habit of mine, to keep a record of every single workout. It doesn't matter if it doesn't sound pretty.
Would I change it? I don't know. Most of the times I get too busy to keep track of my practice, which explains the harried entries. Usually I enjoy the good feelings just by going through it, and when the feeling left me I was just glad to have experienced it. Being a serial documenter growing up I am starting to want to enjoy moments in its purest form, not to have it delayed by writing a post or taking a picture of it.
Anyway, here's an entry I did on my main blog, which sort of explain my inner relationship with yoga:
In my yoga practice these days, I am obsessed about backbends. Backbends tend to choose their students. Someone would just take up yoga only for a day and could do an advanced backbend while alienating a dedicated yogi who’s been practicing for years. The thing about backbends is that it tends to make people practicing it to be emotional. It brings out the emotional picnic of panic breakfast, wistful lunches, and heartbreaking dinners. If you’re clueless as to what I am talking about, backbends essentially require you to bend backwards, which means you have to keep your heart open. Heart Openers is another name for backbends. And if you got issues in your heart, it’s not easy to make them open.
So here I go everyday working on my backbends. The process is challenging physically and draining mentally. I came to the world of yoga a skeptic on the spiritual mumbo jumbo of it. It’s just stretching, at least that was what I thought. But after bouts of crying and feeling emotional after a particularly intense session, I took notice. I would have a totally taxing session that night and suddenly burst out crying in the car on the way to work FOR NO REASON. Life was good. I just had sex. Money was aplenty. But I cried because I did backbends.
Needless to say, these backbends have turned me into a raging believer. It’s like having a totally heartfelt session with a therapist about my issues. It’s like writing in my journal with a cup of hot chocolate beside me, only I my body feels good afterwards. Sometimes I would think about my cat Daisy. Sometimes a face of a friend I have long forgotten popped up. Sometimes I came to it nervous, moody and irritable, but bending bending bending, I opened myself up to feelings I cannot describe. It’s a beautiful, emotional journey, and being a totally emotional person I never felt better.
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