Sometimes it’s good to start over from the beginning.

I’ve practiced yoga off and on for about two years, but tonight I took the first lesson of a beginner’s class that I signed up for recently. (I am lucky enough to live in a place where there’s a fabulous yoga studio about a block from my apartment.) And it was good.

The work was pretty easy, but I learned some new poses. They were poses I’ve been doing for awhile, but I still learned them as new poses tonight. I realized that there are some basic things that were never properly explained to me before, as I just kind of jumped in to a random mix of yoga classes without ever taking a proper beginner’s course.

Of course, that’s the thing about yoga — I would hope that, after 20 years of practicing, I could still take a beginner’s class and get something new out of it.

Anyways, this feels like the right thing to be doing, right now. My practice has been sketchy at best since moving here, and my intention for this class is to get back on my feet (and hands, and back, and head, and arms). Which can only be a good thing for me, in the long run.