Yoga Where Ever I Go

When my nervous system is shot because there are too many deaths, too much cancer, too many court cases, impending wars, lunatic politics, I just shut down.  Or suddenly have a bodily ailment like double vision, arrhythmia, stomach cramps or headaches that clinch my head from temple to temple in a vice grip from which relief seems uncertain.  Yoga always presents itself to me as a way to reconnect with the simple, life-giving act of breathing which helps me calm the hell down.   I get so busy twisting and turning I can't think.  The whole process bypasses my brain and gets my body back online.  Once I was feeling high strung about being far from home or maybe bored in Florida and took an online yin yoga class.  You don't move much in yin.  Rather, you get into a pose that is at the edge of your comfort level and stay there.  For a couple of minutes.  My husband asked afterwards as we drove to dinner, "What's the matter with you.  You sound drugged up."  Yep, yoga can have a magical effect on my neurochemistry just like I'd popped an Oxy.  And although I don't usually contort my body into a pseudo-yoga pose in the middle of the road in northern Maine while my granddaughter takes a picture, sometimes I do.