I didn’t do much in the way of yoga this weekend. My husband and I took off for Benson, NC for MULE DAYS. What great fun! There were more horses, mules, buggies, and golf carts on the road than there were cars. And, oh the beauty queens! The two of us gave in to all of it, except the Red Velvet Funnel Cake.
But, I did think of yoga. Does that count? I was grateful to yoga that I could swing my legs over the barriers to get in and out of our front-row rodeo seats without climbing past 20 people. I was grateful that I could squat on the ground to get get photographs, that I could kneel on my heels in the grass to listen to country music.
I thought about how the cowboys (after being thrown from broncs) could use a chiropractor and a session of yoga nidra. I thought about how the horse groomers could use some yoga to ease their backs and hands. I thought about what great physical condition I am in—flexible and strong at 62 years old and I credit yoga. (Water aerobics gets a few points, too.) I was proud as I watched “older” riders on horses–straight-backed men and women, looking comfortable, guiding 1200-pound animals. Aging has its challenges, but so, far I’m doing OK.