move over rodney yee

i decided this morning that to get through the day i really needed yoga. i've been easing back into my routine with a little a.m. yoga which is basically fifteen minutes of stretching and breathing.
but it counts.
one of the many life lessons owen's teaching me is that even though my warm up dvd is miles away from the laguna beach yo-lates studio that does sun salutes to the sunrise and serves soy decaf lattes to two-week postpartum moms it's not as far away as it seems (actually only 5.7 miles). that yoga is really about taking that time to feel the alignment of your body, to breathe your inner self.
no really (that i think was patricia wald from p.m. yoga that i actually did after everyone was put to bed monday night, so i guess that's proof in itself) it's rethinking what zen means and making the space to do it.
so this morning i rolled out the yoga mat and put on rodney yee and owen got right into it. i think he dug the music and picked up some ideas for new dance moves. then, of course the dog joined in. and the cat. and really you can see a regular pattern emerge for our mornings in general. and the yoga i was doing wasn't quite what rodney was doing because owen kept diving into my lap and the dog kept taking over my yoga mat.
but it was better, really. i laughed. and then i did y-owgen or something like that. and then i felt like i could make my coffee. check out these moves, i'm thinking gayam or yoga life might be calling us soon.