I took my first yoga class at a tiny studio in Eastern Passage. At that time many years ago, the Spoon Studio operated out of a tiny basement room, but it wasn’t long before we were practicing in brand new space on the second floor overlooking the mouth of Halifax Harbour and the ever-changing Atlantic Ocean. It didn’t get much better than that, or so I thought.
This past week, I have been attending morning yoga classes in an open air shala on the shores of the Arabian Sea. Teacher Nina is trained in the Sivananda style which I have practiced for the past several years. We concentrate on breathing and meditative presence as much as on the asanas, and after 90 minutes in the gentle sea breeze, I am relaxed and stretched and optimistic about my day and my life in general.
I learned one new asana this week. I call it freakasana. It is performed when a tiny lizard runs under your neck while you’re lying in savasana. To my knowledge, it is never performed more than once in a lifetime and, if so, is never performed the same way twice. Namaste.
Sounds wonderful. Even with tiny lizard.