About three years, I suffered from more than occasional back pain down in the lower area. I mentioned this to a Vietnamese friend C. She and I talked about the problem or problems and she felt I should try restorative yoga. Since then I have adopted or adapted a practice to my use. I go now for sometimes 30 minutes in very slow arcs. None of the positions induce sweat or make me sore or unhappy. I also use no yoga blocks or pillows. I hold each pose for about 3 minutes. I enjoy using different Apple Music playlists I have found and a nice timer which lets me set it up to be an open session and also logs it to apple health. Why I want it to I am not sure. I wanted to discuss a few positive for old people with this practice I have found.
- Feeling better. Everyone wants to feel better and I can testify that after 30 or so minutes I feel better across a spectrum. Mentally, physically, spiritually. There is something in the 30 minutes with the yoga that gives me both peace and pleasure. I am not sure what it is but I don’t question.
- Acceptance in the practice. I’ve learned to not want to do some practice in an app. There is no happiness for me in a yoga app which is not tailored for my needs at all but prescribes some possible asanas I could want to do. Instead, to reach acceptance of it all, I just do it.
- Every day yoga is good. I enjoy doing the practice every day but mornings seem the best. Before going for coffee or breakfast, I spend 30 minutes getting to the lost and found and just being in the slow arc.
I also started this meditation practice but I do no chanting or mumbling platitudes or achieving strange legs crossed positions. Meditation seems the other piece of yoga to me and a wonderful meditation instructor Jeff said once,
the chief thing is being. Find happiness, acceptance and equanimity in being in your session
Perhaps he did not say exactly that but I think for Jeff and I it is not doing some practice. It is doing our practice. So just sit or lay and be. Thoughts come, they go. Feelings wander around. All good. I think the same reasons for meditation and yoga really.
Finally there is walking. Walking has become a decades practice to me. It is a solitary thing as I wrote about. I cannot stand whimpering, simpering, adult males or females or children tagging along with me. Walking seems a superset to me of this deliberate deliverance of going. Perhaps the extreme science of just being. I also really stopped with the measuring of distance or speed or time when I stopped work. Measurement and goals and timelines suck and I think they drive people away from the big thing. So what is the big thing?
I told you already.
So go out and be. Don’t measure the being, timeline it, task it, make it or break it. There is no reason to do any of the three things besides the things I mentioned. It is an arc of life folks. To me the practice is never-ending but purposeless. I finally think when we seek out the purpose and reality, like Edward Abbey once said about reality, we never find it because it does not exist.
I think the mindfulness for me is in three parts. Yoga, meditation, walking. They all cross over and become one or the other or I dream and find and think life really is the walk I take. Maybe a photo with the iPhone toy. I have not done many photos lately. That will change soon. One of my little goals is a walk. A walk to two or three Buddhist temples that Siem Reap has so many of and showing that. Most of all to get back to finding my daily treats of all three things.
Let’s start slow with coffee and mornings and some music though. The other part of the arc is there is no time to do a thing or things. Let the things just be too.
When we find there is no real arc, we find the real arc.
Make sense? It is Tuesday here. Give me a break.