Gah, I'm late again! There's one spot left over there in the corner. (Unfurl my mat and sit down) Holy crap, where is that arctic breeze coming from? No wonder this spot is open. Brrrrr...
Overheard on the mats beside me:
Woman #1: Your uncle's insane.
Woman #2: Which one?
I love my teacher. Her movements are like water, her voice like warm honey. She radiates kindness with every word and look. Oh boy...I might have a girl crush.
Having to clench my cheeks to hold in pizza-related flatulence while doing Goddess pose is kinda ironic. This goddess really needs to let one fly.
This older woman next to me is so beautiful. She's lean and fit, and I like that she hasn't dyed her hair. The silver grey suits her.
Wow, that preggo woman can hold these damned poses longer than I can.
Yoga Instructor: "Are you experiencing the pose, or enduring it?"
Me: I don't think you want me to answer that.
This alternate nostril breathing exercise really doesn't work when you have allergies. Oh man, I just shot stuff out of my nose....did anyone see that?
Yay! My cousins are here!
I am beautiful and strong. I am beautiful and strong. I am - oooh, trembly legs! Trembly legs!!
Dancing warrior has got to be the coolest name for a pose ever.
There is something really intimate and powerful about 15 women facing each other in goddess pose. But now I want to stick my tongue out like Kali...
Thank God for Shavasana. AT LAST. Okay, stop thinking. Relax. Breathe. Geez, I wonder if D remembered that the kids are at his Mom's tonight? AHH! Stop thinking things! Shavasana, Shavasana. Ahhhhh. Yes. This is nice. (pause) Is that woman beside me snoring??? Seriously?? *sigh*
2 comments:
Awesome! And a good reminder for me to, once again, return to the practice that saves me. xo
Oh Kimber...I love you so. Perfect post.
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