Embodiment...Feminism...Yoga

[theatokos]

Went to yoga on Sat morning. Haven't done yoga in so long. Kicked my ass. Two days later and I'm still feeling it. I have a gym date later this afternoon. Wish I could afford yoga. Instead, I am taking advantage of the student rates at Cal's gym. Does the job, but what a disturbing environment. Very weird. At the gym we try to morph our bodies. Weights and aerobics can reshape our bodies, in both healthy and unhealthy ways. I was struck by the beauty of the bodies at the yoga studio on Sat. Yoga seems to reshape bodies into their authentic shape. Fleshy women are still fleshy, sinewy folk still sinewy. But there is an overriding sense of health and physical authenticity that is profoundly sexy and inspiring. I always come out of yoga feeling centered, 2 inches taller, and grounded. A different feeling from when I lift weights or run or whathaveyou.

All that spurred by the essay prompt of the spiritual witness of soul and body and how recognition of both is not the same as dualism.