I go to the back porch to do yoga the other day. Still remembering around the year 2000 when most people in the Southern United States had never heard of this type of exercise. I am remembering they pronounced it: {Yaa-ga}. Still makes me smile to this day. The people next door are outside speaking very loudly, I am wondering why they feel they should talk so loudly in order to be understood.
I take in the traffic sounds, which are gradually becoming background noise for me now. I take in the smells, and enjoy the cool breeze on my face. The sun comes out from behind a cloud and the rays feel warm on my back.
Although it has been years since I did yoga on a daily basis, it seems my body still remembers the movement and routine of it, almost like a dance or a song that is in my long-term memory. My body doesn’t have the flexibility in the poses that I once had, but it is gratifying to know that it remembers the dance that is yoga.
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