Be still so I can feel
I was so happy to find this courtyard in San Luis Obispo. We are on a road trip and Smiling Dog Yoga was perfect for our first stop.
The studio had beautiful light and the teacher explained some yoga concepts, thoughtfully prepared - complete with white board.
Yoga is my new enthusiasm. Yoga came into my life when a physician suggested it to M. as part of her rehab from a brain injury. I joined her at our local family gym in Pacifica. There are people who look like me in these classes. I even run into people I know. I loved the temporary replacement teacher who arrived in a bright multicolored beanie, announced that yoga is supposed to be fun, and went on to make it fun. It's a gym so these classes include the clanging of weight machines while we are getting centered. I want to giggle when this happens.
A friend in Truckee recommended a wonderful studio where I found Walter who twinkles with support. It's a pretty professional setting but still an encouraging place. The mountain crowd is fit. I am pretty sure most class members run triathlons between classes. What I like about Bill's classes are his explicit instructions, muscle by muscle. And he laughs.
In addition to the gym in Pacifica I've discovered a studio in town with Dawn's class where we get to chant. And I like to listen to and try to follow Ron's specific directions in stretch class.
All this yoga surprises me because I used to think that yoga was too achievement oriented for me. I found it overly serious and intimidating. I got grim satisfaction when I read in the NY Times magazine that yoga injuries were on the rise. In 2012 modifications for ability level are encouraged and humor is allowed. I'm hooked.