Sweet
Saturday
Earlier
this week, I was struck with the sort of time-stopping moments that tend to
occur when life is getting ready to change. Some famous old dude said something about all great change being proceeded by chaos, and boy was he right! In an email to Ry yesterday, I wrote that it feels like I've lost the last two months of my life. No idea where the days went, or what the fuck I was doing with my time ... but suffice it to say that I feel like I'm coming back.
I digress.
I digress.
Instead
of following my normal schedule for this particular day, I decided that a bit
of pause and reflection, a la Natalie, was in order. So off I went to a group
yoga class.
I
haven’t written much about my love affair with yoga lately, namely because it
comes and goes. I still offer a few salutations to the Sun every morning, and
practice Breath of Fire when I’m feeling particularly in need of Kundalini
grounding … but the day to day practice that was once the hallmark of my life
has largely fallen off. I attribute this to needing to voice my yang energy
instead of cultivating the yin … there’s only so much peace a broad can emote
before she wants to pick and and set down heavy weights!
But
out of nowhere this week, the call to practice was in my mind as if I were
standing again at home-studio in the north. I realized not only did I want to
feel the vibe of a group class, but I NEEDED it. Like needed it as badly as I
need to breathe. So off I went to a class at my cookie-cutter box gym, not sure
what to expect.
And
guess what?
The
instructor, Laura opened the class with an abridged kriya that I know and love.
She sprinkled in bhakti phrasing and ashtanga flow into this hybrid class. The
sixty minutes I spent with the other (mostly elderly) participants left me
feeling more refreshed and energized than I have felt in weeks. How sweet it
was to breathe together, move together, lie in sivasana together. There’s
something to be said for collective group thought, when a bunch of strangers
converge in a studio setting simply to learn to be that offers one pause. It
was brilliant, perfect, and a very real reminder of why I love the practice of
yoga so dearly.
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