So, it's been about 4 hours since my first blog entry.
In case you are wondering, I am listening to Randy Crawford's version of "Knocking on Heavens Door" via Spotify.
And I just want to say that my day took such a marvelous turn after my first blog. Now, I don't really attribute the transformation to the fact that I started a new blog.
But rather, to something I mentioned in my first blog post.
Let me tell you, in case you are wondering, what kind of magic happens during a detox yoga class. At least a detox yoga class at the studio I attend to practice which can be found here, @ The Lemon Tree Yoga and Healing Arts Studio Or at least I'll tell you what happens to me.
First, you arrive 15 mins early. You pick your spot and lay your mat down. You say hello to your mat, you haven't seen it since last time you practiced, and you missed it. You sit. You start to get comfy. It's like 15* outside and about 80* in here. You leave your sweater and socks on. The smell of incense is comforting. You get up to get everything you may need, a strap, a block, an extra blanket, offering a hello and some small talk to fellow yogis on this cold Sunday morning.You take off your socks. You sit. You fix your yoga mat cause you realize you are crooked by a few centimeters. You sit. You close your eyes. You automatically take a deep inhale and a letting-it-all-go-exhale. You realize that wow, you are/were all wound up and you need to chill. You move a bit and get comfy again, saying 'thank you yoga mat'. Then counting all sorts of things you are grateful for. Wow. My legs. My car. This yoga studio. My job. My breath. The sun. The cold air outside. You realize you are still all wound up. You lie down on your mat. You pretend you are part of the Earth. You feel the sun shining in the windows on your body. You breathe. So hum.So hum. So hum. You get lost for a while, your body and mind seems to remember why you are here. You sit up. You offer up some prayers, the same prayers you offer up before every yoga session.
Class starts. The detox starts with a drink of lemon water with a pinch of cayenne. It feels warm. Some breathing exercises. Some beginning postures. Off comes the sweater. And for the next while, you get lost in the practice. Sometimes choosing to go further than usual in some poses, tottering, falling over and down. You sweat. Sometimes you do the most basic form of pose, and just concentrate on the breath and the form. You sweat. You remember that's why you came here today. You wonder why that's important to you. You realize at the end of one pose that the whole class did a completely different pose than you did and you wonder why they are facing the windows when you are facing the wall? You realize it doesn't matter. You giggle to yourself. Class winds down with some more breath exercises, more meditation. Shavasana, blessed shavasana. Namaste. The instructor suggests a fast the rest of the day, something you already planned on, having some fresh hydrating fruit waiting at home, pineapple and honeydew, lemons for water. The instructor mentions that sometimes if we give our digestive system a rest, it leaves our body able to accomplish other things. She suggests rest.
You get home. A bit lost. One reality, of yoga practice, and the reality of home such a stark contrast. You realize home is not peaceful. You realize you are still all wound up. You check email, facebook, and start a blog. You take a walk. You come back home and right away, you go about making home more peaceful. Something you have been trying to do for weeks now.
The pile of mail gets sorted. The frig gets cleaned. So does the freezer. Suddenly, it's a slow steady top to bottom organization going on. Drawers that haven't been opened in months, get emptied onto a table, with many items being placed in the garbage. Oh, and that closet, yeah, that closet gets a quick little cleaning too. Mirrors get washed. Every surface gets dusted. Hours pass and suddenly you are dancing to the music on the radio, feeling like you are exactly where you are supposed to be and doing exactly what you are supposed to be doing and everything that has occurred thus far in life was absolutely the right thing, even though it may have felt a burden, a joy, or a sorrow at the time. The vacuum not only makes the rounds of the floors, walls and corners, but it gets cleaned too.
You sit down to check email, facebook. You come across this on your newsfeed--
"Cultivate rest and play. Let go of exhaustion as a status symbol and productivity as self-worth." Brené Brown"
You realize you didn't do that after your detox. But you realize the peace you feel is the next best thing. And that you can rest tonight. Or starting now. Or tomorrow. And you wonder why time is still such a relevant and meaningful thing, even though you have eliminated wearing a watch or having a clock in your home other than on your phone and computer. And you realize it doesn't matter. It is what it is. And what it is right now is good. 
Om Shanti.