It’s December, which means that it’s the time of the year where I totally feel like a fat, lazy, bland slob.
I’ve been eating too much chocolate, too many cookies. And not working out at all.
I’m reminded of my undergrad lit teacher, quoting Sloth, one of the seven deadly sins, in Marlowe’s Dr. Faustus: “Hey ho, I am Sloth.”
This line is supposed to be said in a lackadaisical manner, in the midst of a big sigh, and perhaps while lounging and eating chocolate. (Who brings this stuff into the house? It’s everywhere!) And perhaps, in contemporary fashion, while watching, on TV:
a. Survivor (Ah well, Tyson won. Snore.)
b. NHL Hockey (Hey ho, go Avs. Yawn.)
c. A nature show (The icecaps are melting? Ooh, that’s unfortunate.) Or maybe a car show. (Fixing up them old cars, how shiny are they? Takes a big bite of chocolate.)
‘Tis the season for human hibernation.
I guess I don’t like eating my way through the entire Hershey’s and Ghirardelli catalog, because this past week I joined Breathe Studio, which combines spin classes and yoga.
I took my first class on Thursday. Let me just say: I suck at yoga. I’m the worst yoga tryer in American history.
All the other limber folks were bending and folding like Gumby dolls, and me—well, let’s just say the my middle name isn’t Limber. It’s Joseph.
And let me just say: when I bend over the try to touch my toes, I get to a place just under my kneecaps, and that’s all I got.
But hey (ho)! At least I got some exercise in, and got those creaky joints to bend and flex to their rather limited, um, limits. I embraced my history of sloth, and began to beat it down(ward) like a (bad) dog.
At the end of the yoga session, lying flat on my back—in Savasana, I am told—I was breathing deep as light from Colfax Avenue flashed and slid across the ceiling in shards and circles, squares and trapezoids. The gold and silver bands filled me with a sense of ease and joy, and there was no slothfulness in me at all, anymore.
Here’s a lovely poem by Nate Klug that incorporates beauty and yoga—and a bicycle.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
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You inspired me to rollout my yoga mat and contemplate the grey light of a Solstice evening.