I should start brining a journal to certain Yoga classes, and just around, in general; too often I hear phrases that just sit with me, and I forget them by the time I’m back at a keyboard. Or have a pen in my hand, ready to write (we still use pen & paper, yes?).
Last week I discovered a new “studio” that, to me, is everything a place for practicing Yoga should be. You leave your shoes at the front door; there is a meditation room; the area that we practice in is a large living room-type space with hard wood floors, sitting pillows, earth-toned paint, curtain-covered windows & a high ceiling.
Today, the bike and I took a ride down there for a morning of Anusara. It’s the second week I’ve taken this class, with an amazing teacher, and I’m totally hooked. It’s not a conventional flow; we focus on conquering different poses, including the hand-stand, pushing past the fear balance or restriction, and facing things with a new perspective.
“You choose the way you see the world –
through love or through fear, through the clear lens or the blurry one.”
She pairs practice with stories, insight & challenges. We’re put into positions that aren’t comfortable, but reminded that holing it for maybe just one more breath will create trust.
“You are strong, beautiful – full of life, and full of breath. Trust yourself.”
That reminder never hurts – your muscles want you to stand strong, your core wants you to balance, your mind wants you to breathe & relax.
The air has finally warmed up a little bit, and I’m actually headed to the Group Run tonight. I’m choosing to leave some DC-nostalgia at home (for now), to hit the trails and chat it up,and to enjoy an evening run with these stretched & posed legs!