I couldn’t find my shirt and didn’t want to practice topless. I didn’t think Now & Zen would appreciate it. So. So, I skipped class for the 3rd week in a row. I needed this class. I really, really needed this class. My solution was to try a little restorative yoga at home. My favorite instructor was right – what I was avoiding was exactly what I needed. It’s cold in my yoga “studio” so I wore a sweatshirt; a blessing in disguise. As I hung over in a standing forward bend the hood fell over my head and stayed. From then on, every pose was shrouded in private purple. It was bliss to stay in each pose for at least fuller minutes. There was darkness and warmth in my hood. I needed this. Child’s pose -> extended child’s pose -> star pose -> seated straddle forward bend -> seated forward bend (probably the most relaxing of all poses. I let my stomach and chest rest full weight on my legs and almost fell asleep) -> supine twist -> child’s pose to end.
A restorative practice is ALWAYS a welcome treat. I was not teaching last night – D was teaching. I’ll be teaching next Thursday, and I’ll save you a mat in the far back corner 🙂
Hey! I’m always up front and you know it! 🙂 hehe