As some of you are probably aware, I could be classed as ‘highly strung’.  I’m a lot better than I used to be, but there’s always room for improvement so a few weeks ago I went on a Mindfulness and Meditation workshop.

It turns out that I’m pretty rubbish when it comes to meditation.  What I am worse at though, is knowing when to be quiet.  After the first meditation thingy, the teacher asked how we felt it had gone.  Everyone looked at their shoes.  I felt  bad for the teacher because she was so lovely and clearly wanted some sort of participation.  So I informed the class that I got distracted by the purple pandas that had appeared behind my eyelids when I had closed them.  Top Tip: When asked how mediation thingy has gone, that’s probably not the information that you’re being asked for.

On the second meditation all I could think about was the fact that the biscuits in the tea break had contained both raisins and chocolate chips.  In the same biscuit.  What kind of person would do that?  The two things are good in individual biscuits, but put them in the same one and your mouth just can’t work out where it’s at.  Happily, I thought about it before sharing this with the group and finally managed to keep my mouth shut.

Anyway, not to be beaten, I decided to try a slight variation on the workshop and last Saturday Lovely Friend and I went to a Mindfulness, Meditation and Yoga class.  I’m not sure who was more daft:  the teacher for letting me come back or Lovely Friend for coming with me.  The good news is that there were no purple pandas this time.  In fact, I got quite into the meditation.  The yoga though, that was a different matter.  The one and only time I had ever been to a class before I’d been asked to leave as my giggling was distracting the rest of the class (it was back in my uni days though, I’m obviously a lot more sensible these days….)  I managed to keep most of my giggles inside this time and all was going well.  I liked the names of the poses…the dog, happy cat, angry cat….but then we did one where you stand on one leg with the foot of the other leg on the inner thigh of your balancing leg.  Then you’re supposed to lift your arms in the air.  As I fell over sideways it was suggested that I just try the leg part and hang on to the wall.  I was the only one in the class who had to cling to plaster to stay vertical… :o/

Despite that, I really enjoyed it – even the stiff legs that lasted until yesterday – so rather than avoiding yoga, I’ve contacted the teacher to see if I can join the weekly groups.  Now I just have to see if she is daft enough to take me on.  And if she has sufficient wall space so I can stay upright :o)

From a lovely bluebell walk on Sunday :o)