The instructor for my Friday yoga class was a woman who trained in India, the sort who could turn herself into a pretzel at will.
“And this is a preparatory exercise so that eventually you’ll be able to do this!” and then she proceeded to contort herself in a Cirque de Soleil fashion.
I’m enjoying these classes at the end of the day. They really relax me and help me unwind. The first one kicked my ass and I was sore for three days. The second one wasn’t nearly as bad, physically. We spent a lot of time talking about the forms and the philosophy behind the forms, which meant less intensity, but more time for thinking about what we were doing.
The end is always the best part, sitting in the dark, closing your eyes, letting everything fall away.
I have been carrying so much.