Holding My Own
I rekindled an adolescent love of yoga 5 years ago. You might not know it to look at me. As a 60 something post menarche who has lived life fully, I wear my “menopot” with a bit a self-consciousness. Although I try to tell myself that my belly is magical or jolly like those of ancient Goddesses and Buddha, it’s very existence seems to defy my post retirement aspiration of sharing yoga with others. Even though many different types and…