I love Friday night yoga. The vibe is mellow. The playlist always has a moody, sleepy, sexy feel. I may have made up the sexy part, I’m projecting.
It’s also a hot class. Vinyasa in a heated room on a Friday night. So yeah- it is sort of sexy. Scratch my previous apology.
Last night the focus was about alignment and looking inward to find a deeper expression of a pose.
My stance was wide in my warrior and I felt like I could float up and root down as I tried not to make my head bop too much to Alana Davis and Queen Badu. But damn, music can provide that little shift that changes my head space. It gets me all up inside a pose. Tickling it from the outside in while my breath zigs and zags magically and collides with my heart.
Sometimes class is that good.
Sometimes it’s just cool to fcuking groove on your mat.
What a way to end the week.
Because Daba was teaching, I knew I’d be in for some aha moment- it was just a matter of when.
It came after a focused standing series. We transitioned to the floor and did a hand workout.
Hand relevés and finger splits.
By mindfully stretching the fingers and shifting weight to the fingers I was able to take adho mukha svanasana to another place. By rooting my hands into the mat, my hips felt like they could reach up to the ceiling while my booty headed to the back windows…
I know, right?! There’s such a thing.
Will I ever stopped being amazed by discoveries in yoga? I hope not.
Subtle but powerful movements make the difference both on and off the mat.
This is yoga, providing tiny movements and big changes.