Yoga While on Vacation
It takes me a while to get the hang of it — being on vacation — but slowly I let go of my daily routine and “let the good times roll” (yes, I am in New Orleans!).
My yoga “routine” too.
Yes, that’s what I said. I’m not doing yoga this week because, well, I’m here to sit along the River and dance till my feet hurt and sample beignets and spicy collard greens.
Oh, and the music, the music that oozes from every street nook and cranny. And being moved by music (Jai Saraswati!), any music, all music, my practice this week is to let the 8 piece horn section massage my muscles and tendons instead of being on the yoga mat for a couple of hours.
So when one of fellow travelers inquires why is it that he hasn’t seen me doing any yoga if I’m such a yoga advocate, I tell him: because I’m not obsessive (unfortunately many yoga perfectionists are) and because, well, how does he know I’m not doing my yoga, while on my vacation anyway?!
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Yoga and jazz could be a potent brew–chicory meets chai. A ne art form is born.
Kruszewska and Kruszewska
Sometimes it really is all one. I danced the demons out of the room at JazzFest, then danced all the way into bliss. Sometimes our meditation looks different from the outside, but it’s what it is on the inside.