Yoga and ageing.  Eve at 68 upside down at the beach.

From the above title, you may think I am going to be writing about a tennis match or a disagreement with my partner.

But no, this is a lot more severe. I am talking about losing memory, losing professors, and losing muscle strength. I am discussing The March of Time.

I encountered an exceptional post this week from Eve Johnson, another homage to yoga expert, B.K.S. Iyengar. She got me thinking of the procedure of ageing. I know, I know, I am getting obsessed with this subject.

I think I am doing ageing reasonably well. I like to attribute it to decades of yoga practice.

Yoga has been my taking a trip buddy for most of my grownup life – bending and shaping itself, as I needed to adapt to various phases. This most current one is the getting old phase.

Besides its physical advantages, it appears to me that yoga has actually been a tool to help me figure out exactly what’s genuine from exactly what’s unreal and exactly what’s essential compared to what’s unimportant. Ultimately, if you spend time doing yoga practice long enough you’ll come down to the nitty gritty. Remarkably, as Donna Farhi quips, it’s not everything about doing an ideal trikonasana. If I do trikonasana today and am grounded and graceful in the pose, but tomorrow, my position is unbalanced and stiff, they’re both valid experiences. I may be lured to assign an unfavorable value to one over the other, but comparisons only to lead to suffering. Especially when I ascribe the not-so-good posture to ageing.

I have seen things that take place in yoga practice and just in the procedure of living life that I ‘d rather disregard. I am human.

Yesterday, after searching in the mirror, I chose that I most likely should get my eyebrows tattooed, as they appear to be slowly vanishing. Well, actually they’re losing their previous brown color, that is, they’re turning gray. Nobody prepared me for the eyebrow thing, like the eye doctor did when he advertised presbyopia, and my physician did when he ordered blood tests for cholesterol. So far I have skirted cholesterol medications, however not reading glasses.

Yoga and I’ve been around together for a long time, and God ready, we’ll be together for a couple more decades. Age will certainly remain to impact modifications in exactly what and how I do practice. It’s already diminishd my ability to do sophisticated presents. Advanced age could even indicate releasing the fundamental postures like trikonasana.

What’ll remain?

Here are 2 things I appreciate about being at this stage of my life:

  • I have grown a close and friendly relationship with inverted postures, I think going upside down benefits me on all levels, and I extensively take pleasure in these poses.
  • I’m still discovering about pranayama, relaxation and meditation. These are devices which I think will, in one form or another, be with me for all my staying days.

Awareness, unwavering attention, gratitude, humbleness, and honesty are some of the fruits of my yoga practice. Gradually, these qualities have actually been growing in me through my expedition of asanas, and now they’re mine.

There’s a point when yoga isn’t only a thing that you do. It’s who you are.