Yoga in Yelapa 2018 | Becoming a yogi

It's Tuesday and so far we have been stretching and nimbling up for five sessions, starting with an easy stretch-out on Saturday evening, followed by  two grueling sessions on Sunday, and then settling in for two more yesterday. Sunday was hard. My brain just kept thinking about how much I do not get enough of this. But of course with yoga your brain just settles down in time, and by yesterday I was feeling very good. Alison is amazing, and teamed up with her mom, Joan, who takes care of all logistics, we could not be in better hands. I'm even managing to enjoy the after- dinner meditations. Perhaps the margaritas are having something to do with that! The food is good now that the kitchen has limited our choices and we have stopped asking for miracles.

Yoga at 10 am and 4 pm

Meditation after dinner; a great tonic for sleep.

Miracles. That was the first card I drew. Then power. Then tenderness (ooooohhhh) and last night love. These lovely cards are lined up along my yoga map ( I said I was turning into a yogi!) The room is lightly scented with herbs and incense, and candle lit at night. The ocean waves are a soothing counterpoint to strong poses and a gentle yin and yang during the meditation. We have regular visits from los niñas and niños from the puebla. One little chica took a liking to Hilary's flip flops on Sunday. Alas--someone likely needs them more than any of us ever will, and the store made a sale they might otherwise not, so it's all good. A village perro has also taken up the class and wanders in to demonstrate from time to time.

Mis amigas are parading past, stopping briefly to listen to a Texan sounding folk singer who is entertaining his friends at the breakfast table. Ahhhh Yelapa. How did I not meet you sooner?