I went to an incredibly kick ass yet profoundly focussed and straightforward yoga class today. I have been getting increasingly tired of the 5 props, too many awkward positions you don't hold for very long until you move on to the rope tow, or the place the block under your spinal cord moves. Seriously, in Philly it got to the point where you have to grab enough props and toys like a kid going to the beach for the day or a pastel dominatrix going to work. At heart, I am am a simple girl. With simple yoga needs. A mat to take the edge off, and a good teacher who doesn't have to demonstrate all their tricks in one go. Oh, and they have earth-toned mats here. Hey, it's the little things.
The other things I realized is that the whole chanting part is so much more tolerable when you don't understand the words. I am certain it had something to do with calm and inner piece. Maybe even our bodies' inner core. Or maybe it was about being in the moment and b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g. I like the moment of relaxation and centering one's energy. I recognize it is important to the practice of yoga. But if I can enjoy a great class without all the new agey affirmations but all the zen-like focus, sign me up!
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