In The Moment

I didn't like yoga when I first started it, about six months ago. It was boring, repetitive, and too slow. I didn't see the point. But for some reason, I stuck with it. Little by little, I started to like it. After a couple of months, I could get half way through a class before I got bored. Now, I am not ready to stop when the class ends. I've learned alot from it. It's purposefully slow, that's the point. To be mindful. To be focused. To be in the moment. And to be flexible, and open. A by product is the fact that it is a form of exercise. That's not the real reason for yoga. I get that, now. I thought it was for exercise. It's for alot more than that. It was just what I needed, when I started, but I didn't know it, then. Now I do. The other day, in class, the instructor said something about sticking with a particular pose that seemed to be giving everyone problems. His point was to stick with it because soon enough, it will change. Much like everything else around us. He said to focus on that very moment and nothing further. I focused on what was outside the window. A streetlight shines into our class, and snowflakes were floating very gently through it's beam. It was beautiful. It was mesmerizing. I wanted to stay in that moment, but soon we had to move on to a different pose, and a different vantage point. When I left class, the snowflakes were still falling ever so gently. The walk home was peaceful. All felt pretty right with the world. It was the night of the lunar eclipse. A perfect way to end the evening. Half the moon was visible above the skyscrapers. I think I missed these things, before. Before yoga. Back then, in my "other" life. THAT life, the one that seemed to have gone on so long ago now. Is it the yoga that has made me more aware, or something else, or the combination? Who knows. I'm just glad I am.