Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Finding Peace or Something
Last night Eric and I donned our yoga gear. He wore blue and white Addidas shorts and a black t-shirt with flip flops. I wore my black yoga pants with my secret society of vegans t-shirt. We grabbed our yoga mats, his black and mine light purple. We loaded the little lady into her car seat and headed over to see my parents. After a brief chat we left, Cordelia stayed behind to entertain her grandparents with her charms (by the way she's got a whole cute routine developed).
We drove to the donation yoga class across town, busy chatting about yoga and how we miss it when we don't do it. Our town is small and it's proven difficult to find a good yoga teacher, so we were hopeful about this new class which came recommended by a friend.
We walked into the building and were greeted by the familiar scents and sounds that seem to go hand in hand with proper yoga joints. We met Lizz (yes with two Z's, she means bizzness) who was very kind, just as a yoga teacher should be. She made eye contact, had a firm handshake, and said our names with emphasis. She even pronounced my name properly after reading it (for the record it's spelled Maria and pronounced Mariah not Mar-eee-uh) which won her some bonus points.
We tossed our mats on the ground as a few other students joined in. Eric and I sat a little nervously on the floor, not quite certain what to expect.
Then we began-- slow and steady, breathing and stretching, a very calm practice. The last time we were serious about yoga we were doing Ashtanga yoga, a very dynamic practice, so this was a nice way to ease back into it.
Lizz ended the practice with a super extended meditation of Yoga Nidra. She came by and rubbed some yoga type balm on our heads and necks as we were laying there on our masts with our eyes closed. Generally I am opposed to having my head rubbed with any balm, even more so by a complete stranger, but in this case it was welcome. My head tingled with the balm for quite some time, very nice. When it was over Eric and I were super relaxed and over the moon. We had forgotten how wonderful it feels to have that kind of experience.
We left the class, feeling all peaceful and motivated. Picked up Cordelia and headed home for the night. All seemed calm and lovely.
Then I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Mostly because a certain someone woke up a lot in the night. I am generally a morning person so it really throws me off when I wake up in a funk. Where has my yoga peace gone? The thing about finding peace is that you have to keep finding it.
So I will just keep at it, but I think I have finally found a good studio! For the record Eric woke up in a good mood so he is helping pull me out of the funk as well.
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