At the Naples Botanical Garden in sunny Florida, blossoms swirl as winter-weary bodies unfurl in the warmth and more than 150 acres of lush greenery.
Courtesy of Craig Summers Black
I have alternating memories of my first experience with a yoga class, which was conducted on a balmy winter morning under a teasing sun on the grounds of the Naples Botanical Garden on the west coast of Florida. (Yes, I took yet another trip to get warm. Iowa winters are tough.)
1: I remember attuning my now-bendable body with nature as the violet flower petals of Queen’s Wreath [see first photo above] danced around my head cloudlike amid the verdant splendor.
Or 2: I remember lying in a grassy puddle for an hour, hacking up sandpaper vine (its other name) blossoms after every other studied inhalation. Guess I was supposed to bring a mat. (And not just a mat – a yoga mat.) Who knew?
But the limbering-up was much needed after a few days of sloth on Marco Island, and any event that involves a botanical garden is aces in my book. This one prides itself on being “a place of bliss” and “a state of happiness.” Perhaps with more yogic practice I will one day achieve grace in the garden.