A week of hippy-dippy chakra stuff? Sounds silly but at the same time, I totally dig all this mystical crazy stuff, so why not, hu? What’s the worst that can happen? Probably like a sprained wrist. And what’s the best that can happen? I get realigned with my right self and get my beautiful booty in motion on the path to living my favorite life? Well fine, that sounds pretty dang alright to me. Here’s a run down of how that week played out:
Started off the week with some grounding root yoga. I forgot to wear red, but I did eat red peppers. I felt much more grounded after, seeing as this chakra has been a bit out of whack lately. This flow really left me feeling balanced and grounded. The chanting meditation at the end I very much enjoyed, except my mind is not so good at focusing so it wandered like a toddler after something shiny. Ah well, one step at a time.
Throat chakra. Blue Vishuddha. Speaking with my voice, expressing my personal truths loud and clear. Not my strongest suit, it certainly needs work. I fluctuate between very quiet and very loud and I can only imagine how frustrating I can be to others. I loved the throat and chest opening poses in this flow however and it felt nice to focus my energy on my throat and image it bursting with healing blue light.