I’ve started going to Yoga. It is the hippiest I’m prepared to get at the moment, so I’m hoping it will help with stress relief, relaxation and sleep.
I don’t feel nourished by the earth yet, but I’ve only been twice.
The instructor is not TOO new age, a bit but not unbearably so. Her Yoga name is Mahala but I’m sure her real name is something like Margaret.
I haven’t done any Yoga in years, and it’s a lot more difficult and less relaxing than I remember. After the first class I was in pain for days. Mahala can call it ‘moving meditation’ all she likes, but one of those moves is something I would call a push-up.
We’re supposed to turn off our inner dialogue during the class, but I find that mine yammers on regardless. When Mahala says ‘peel down to the floor, vertebrae by vertebrae’ I think ‘wrong – that’s a plural’. When she says ‘your body has an ancient wisdom’ it responds by agreeing with the ancient bit.
When she says ‘and now, lower your knees to the floor on either side of your head’ good manners prevent me from relaying my inner core’s reaction.
Note: I have not seen anyone in my class attempt the headstand.