Eagle pose. Garudasana. My yoga teacher told me that the mastery of this double edged tongue and body twister will allow me to optimally manage stress. That if I snag my right foot behind my left knee while my arms are locked in a lover’s embrace so thoroughly that palms are pressed together at eye level (thumbs inward, Emily) then after that if I bend at the waist (straight spine straight spine) and hook my left elbow against my right knee, I will fly. If I can achieve this pushing pulling equilibrium without poking myself in the inner eye, then, then i will be zen. 15 lessons later, I’ve flown several times, if you count a brief, abrupt downward motion that ends at floor level as flying.
Really, I’m no closer to being zen than i was before this yoga workshop; my hips are just looser, and not necessarily in a good way.
My life is a juxtaposition: I plod along to the tic tac tic tac of my eternal, internal time keeper until, just when I am about to implode from the monotonous white noise, my world explodes in a menagerie of colors and excitement. Sometimes it’s hideous, sometimes it’s beautiful. Recently, it’s been bloody (more about that later.) I’ve learned to ride these waves like i learned to ride that little pink bicycle with the banana seat: the balancing is the easy part, but it’s taken me months and years to learn to steer my way through.
My favorite post-yoga snack is juicy, rejuvenating fruit. And this time of year, when it is still so dreary, a baked warm peach topped with basil and honeyed yogurt, replenishes my body and my spirit.
2 Ripe Peaches (I’ve used yellow)
4 Large Basil Leaves
1 tbsp Honey
Juice of 1/2 Orange
15g Unsalted Butter
Plain Greek Yogurt, to serve
A Drizzle of Honey