What kind of yoga is right for me?

“Sit down, be comfortable. Take a

couple minutes to breathe.”

“I usually breathe all day. At night, too.”

Her lips curved a little. 

“Conscious breathing now. In through the nose

—expanding the belly like

blowing up a balloon, out through the nose, 

deflating the balloon. Long, deep, even breaths. 

Belly rises

and falls. 

Relax your mind.”

Whiskey Beach

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Knowing which one matches your fitness style 
is a good place to start.

Gausanchennai / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

There are many styles of yoga to choose from, 

so if you're new to yoga, it might be confusing to 

know what style to try.

Mother Nature Network

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“On an inhale, lean left. Don’t overstretch, Hester.”
“You’ve got me doing old-lady yoga.”
The annoyance in Hester’s voice made the whole scene 
marginally less weird.
“We’re taking it slow. Breathe here. Inhale, both arms up, palms touch. 
Exhale. Inhale and lean right.
Both arms up. Repeat that twice.”


Whiskey Beach

Post-holiday blues can teach you to celebrate reality

 He’d gotten through it. Whatever hounded him now, he’d get through that. 

He’d never give this up again, this feeling of home and of hope. 

To Whiskey Beach, he thought, lifting his glass and catching Abra’s eye, Abra’s smile. He drank to it, and everything in it.

When he stood on Monday morning after helping load cars, the feeling of hope remained with him. 

He gave his grandmother a last good-bye hug. 

“I’ll remember,” she whispered in his ear. “Stay safe until I do.” 

“I will.” “And tell Abra she won’t be teaching her morning yoga class without me much longer.” 

“I’ll do that, too.” 

“Come on, Mom, let’s get you in the car.” Rob gave his son a one-armed man hug, a slap on the back. “We’ll see you soon.” 

“Summer’s coming,” Eli said, helping his grandmother. “Make time, okay?” 

“We will.” His father walked around to the driver’s seat. 

“It was good to have all the Landons in Bluff House again. Stay ready for us. We’ll be back.” 

Eli waved them off, watched them until the road curved away. 

Beside him Barbie let out a quiet whine. “You heard him. They’ll be back.” 

Whiskey Beach

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By Gemma Stiles from Sydney, Australia - 
The Great Eggscape, CC BY 2.0,

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=42075158

The best way to deal with this is to examine your ever-changing states—without judgement—knowing feelings and circumstances will inevitably shift again, and practice celebrating real life with all its many quirks.

QUARTZ

Beauty and Wisdom

"I can't believe how fast he's growing." 
Feeling very grandmotherly but sporting a sleek new hairstyle, Amanda sat in the bentwood rocker in Michael's new nursery and cuddled the baby.
...
"Does he?" Delighted Laura moved to stand over them. 
The baby smelled of talc -- Amanda of Paris.

Gabriel's Angel

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Culturally speaking, youth has a near-monopoly on our definition of beauty. But for photographer Robbie Kaye, the opposite is true. Her photo essay and book, Beauty and Wisdom, aims to combat ageism by documenting older women...

“Initially I was going to make these photos fun and frivolous, but in looking at the women, I realized how much dignity they had and how amazing they were,” 

YAHOO!

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And she’d had enough, Eli judged, and looked a little pale again. “What’s for lunch?”
“We should go down and find out.”
He helped her up, but when he started to lift her, she brushed him back. “I don’t need to be carried. I manage well enough with the cane.”
“Maybe, but I like playing Rhett Butler.”
“He wasn’t carrying his grandmother downstairs to lunch,” she said when Eli scooped her into his arms.
“But he would have.”

Whiskey Beach