Like a Cherry Popsicle

Relax your thumbs. Relax your jaw. Relax your tongue. ~ Ginger


She follows that command with, “Imagine your tongue melts away like a cherry Popsicle.” I play it on a loop in my head.

The first time I heard her say it, I thought to myself, “What the Hell?” It took me to this place:

  • What if I don’t want a cherry Popsicle?
  • Maybe today I want a Fudgesicle.
  • Fudgesicles are better.
  • But they’re messier than a regular Popsicle.
  • I think.
  • But there’s always the red lips, tongue, and teeth from cherry Popsicles.
  • Does cherry stain your mouth more than other flavors?
  • I think I would just rather have some Wheat Thins.

See, that is what it is like inside this noggin of mine. I am detail oriented. Every little thing matters. And I have a lot to say about all the things. The ones that matter. There is always a conversation, even if it is only internal.


What I have noticed is that when I can focus on a pose I am less likely to entertain my internal dialogue. It is really hard to think about where I have to be between the hours of 12-2:30 pm when I am trying not to fall over. Interestingly enough, when we hold poses for extended periods, my brain tends to wander back to the early afternoon schedule (or anything, really), until I do lose my balance and am reminded to plug my feet back in. Funny how powerful these ol’ feet of mine are.

Harder even, than quieting my mind, is shutting up. My tongue is constantly engaged. I frequently find myself in class smooshing my tongue into the top of my mouth. Outside of class, I will talk to anyone. I greet my dogs every time I enter the house. I will chat with people in the grocery store line. I frequently embarrass my husband because I do not know a stranger. I think he would love it if I knew more. Relaxing my tongue is one of my greatest challenges both in class and out.

I notice my smooshing tongue most in Easy Pose, in the early moments of Yoga Nidra, and most seated or prone poses. I wanna talk and I am perfectly happy talking to my best friends, Me and Myself. If I give in to my tendencies, however, I have come to realize how little benefit I am getting from my practice. When I am ready to say something, I am less prepared to embrace that particular instant for what it is- my medicine.

My internal dialogue exacerbates all the things that are not quite right with me. It occupies me with thoughts and chatter and tornadoes of busy-ness, and I most certainly do not need that. Regular practice enables my recognition of what needs correction. I have become more able to accept who I genuinely am through yoga. And while I am accepting, I am also better equipped to acknowledge my imperfections and carry on in the quest to meet them where they are and sand them down some (to my liking) for a smoother finish and a better version of myself.


*Stacie is a student at Begin Within Yoga and Wellness. She is a wife, mom, cancer survivor, small business owner, and dog lover. She loves sports, talk radio, and cookies.