I Just Called To Say I Miss You. Love, Yoga Mat

“Ooooooohhhh, I miss yoga!” Those were the glorious words I heard come from my eldest daughter during Supta Baddha Konasana (reclining bound angle pose) of our Yoga With Adriene – Morning Yoga Sequence. It’s been less than 2 weeks since we have done yoga together as a family and she has missed it! Those words she spoke made my heart sing. 

We have been running our rear-ends off between family visits, birthday parties, and vacations. It is officially summer-time! So when is there time for our yoga practice? Eh, it’s an off and on relationship right now. I have noticed, though, on days that we don’t do yoga we really do miss it. You see we have heard our mats for they call to us. A soft, loving voice calling out to our very souls. 

The first week of June was our family vacation to the beautiful Osage Beach at the Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri. The featured photo below is of the lake from our balcony. 

We did morning yoga on Monday before we left for our trip. We already knew from our 8 hour Nebraska trip that hours of just sitting, cramped in our Taurus would be too much for us. It proved to be beneficial and later that day our bodies were thankful.

We had packed our yoga clothes but there was no room to pack our mats. We figured we could just do yoga without the mat. I mean, I know we don’t NEED the mats to do yoga. But, but, but… how do we do yoga without our mats? The physical act of rolling out our mats has proven to be of far more significance than I had realized.  

So, we did “roll out our mats” on Wednesday night about an hour after dinner; or rather, we moved the kitchen table and chairs and made do with the beige carpet tickling our feet. It was an interesting experience given that it was a little more difficult to hold Adho Mukha Svanasana (downward-facing dog) with our feet slipping on the soft carpet. However, sliding our feet to transition from one pose to the next was easier because of the lack of stickiness. Of course doing yoga felt great but the act of making a little time for yoga made us feel good about ourselves, as well. 

We shopped, we ate, we went to the movie theater to see the new X-Men movie in 3D, and we ate. We went on an underground adventure through Jacob’s Cave, we ate, we took the kiddos to the arcade, we ate, we went swimming a lot, and did I mention how much we ate??? Mornings were a mixture of relaxing on the balcony with a delicious cup of coffee and rushing to get ready for the day. Our evenings were spent relaxing; reminiscing on the balcony or playing cards at the kitchen table. Sadly, there really wasn’t much time at all for our beloved yoga practice. 

By Friday morning I was craving the love of my mat again. So with the gentle drizzle of the Missouri morning rain as my background music, I laid out a beach towel next to the coffee table and did the best I could with the space I was allowed. It felt A-Ma-Zing!!! 

That was a week ago. Just a week? Really? Gosh… it really does seem like forever ago. Doesn’t help that this whole last week has been a pretty rough one. Today’s yoga was precisely what the doctor ordered. And while a mat is far from being an absolute necessity for a successful and deeply fulfilling yoga practice… I love my mat and I love that my soft, reversible, purple yoga mat shows me such love and support in return.