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7 Days and Nights in Yoga Land: Put Your Hands On Me


Plus other, less easily sourced, in-pain, hot spots along my left side (neck, shoulder, arm).  Slept funny?  Slept not enough?  Too much stressing about the next blog post? Too much rock and roll fun with AH and his brother visiting on the weekend (i.e.: Whiskey Shots, Beer, Bar Crawl, Steak…)?  Well, no matter, the reason.  It’s here.  And I’m Yoga-Ing anyway.

Luckily for me, this week’s classes so far all seem to have one thing in common:  Hands-On-Assists.  Oh happy me. Bring it on.  I should really make and wear a t-shirt to class that says “Put Your Hands on Me”.

Monday’s class was a Gentle Yoga class taught by one of Birchwood Center’s directors, Betsy Ceva.  Class was packed and I found a mat way in the back so that my slightly pained squirming about wouldn’t bother anyone.  Little did I know that I’d stumbled into one of the Gentle Yoga Immersion Training for Teachers practice sessions.  There were two Yogis walking around giving assists, and I knew personally one of them – Jen Mayer – whose awesome gentle classes I’d taken regularly  back in 2010, and who was my mentor during my own Teacher Training at Birchwood Center in 2010-2011.

Jen and the other lovely Yogi must have known something was up with me, because there were various pairs of hands descending on me throughout class.  Perhaps a new T-Shirt needs to be considered.

My eyes closed, suddenly gentle palms would professionally urge my hips back towards my heels in child’s pose and adjust my shoulder and leg in my supine twist.  OH Thank You.  And of course, they asked me at first, whether this was “OK” for them to do, as all yoga teachers should do before giving touch assists.

Coming out of Savasana, I wasn’t cured, but I felt good about showing up, practicing and breathing through my discomfort.  Like I said in my Intro Post, sometimes you just gotta do it anyway, even when you are not inspired, or you are crazy busy, or in my case, all of the above, plus feeling kinda lousy in my own body.

On Tuesday morning, I was looking forward to teaching my class at Birchwood, and then hopping over to Sparkill’s new Union Arts Center for friend and fellow Birchwood Graduate, Suzanne’s Candlelight Yoga class.

Yet, as fate would have it, by that afternoon, I had the sniffles.  As I prepared for my class, each Sun Breath and Uttansana (Forward Standing Bend) brought with it Downward Dripping Nose.

What Brilliant Yogic Wisdom did I gleam from this unfortunate turn of events?  You’ll just have to wait for the next installment…

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