Guess what? I figured out how to survive my elves’ spring break and my need to have some yoga even when they are around 24/7. The answer to my quandary (and for the very same experienced by the rest of the parents/yogis afflicted by this particular syndrome during this week): 10 minutes. That’s right, all you need to find is a free 10 minutes every day and you can bust a few asanas, breathe in and out and find your yoga.
For the longest time I really thought a yoga class really was not all that unless it was over an hour, heated and made me feel as if I had been bended like a pretzel. I needed to sweat, to go deep and to try something new. Correction, I felt like I needed to rock something new. Any class that was less than one hour and 15 minutes was ridiculously short (I mean really how could you get through an entire yoga practice in only 60 minutes). I thought that a practice where I was not standing and balancing on at least half of my body was wimpy and made me twitchy. I was in a phrase a yoga snob.
Then I started teaching yoga and nearly all my classes ended up being only one hour-long. Somehow I was forced to design a practice for my students that was quality rather than quantity without going over even a minute. I never wanted my students to feel cheated, yet I had lost a whole 15 minutes. I owed it to the yogis in the room to bring it, so I got the hang of how to make their practices feel complete in only 6o minutes. In doing so I learned a very valuable lesson about yoga, that it cannot be defined by the amount of time you practice.
Jenn Pesce, a Twitter pal of mine clued me into the beauty of a 10 minute practice with a great blog post. I have taken her advice to heart and set aside a mere 10 minutes a day to practice. If I can find space for more I extend my time on the mat (or wherever), but I remain satisfied with only 10 minutes. My yoga practice is not characterized by certain asanas, or sequences or by the number of breaths by which I stay in a pose. Nor is it defined by the length of the time I do it.
On this auspicious day, 108 glorious days into 2011, all I need for my yoga is 10 minutes. Today I used it to kick my feet up in the air, resting my legs on our barbecue grill while listening to the elves make mud pies in the yard. I closed my eyes, breathed and for 10 moments I lived my yoga.
So I ask: can you commit to finding 10 minutes a day to stick your feet up in the air and breathe in and out like you just don’t care?