After participating in a relaxing yoga presentation by Jo-Ann Brine (Willow Yoga) during a Writer's Workshop taught by Deborah Carr at Forest Dale Home Inc., I renewed an appreciation for the benefits of this gentle form of exercise.
The teaching brought back memories of stretching, breathing and mindful techniques learned during a winter excursion into the yoga fold several years ago.
I remembered the soothing tones of sound-surround New Age Music playing softly. “Turtle thoughts” slowing even more as the instructor dimmed the lights in the room. “Nowhere to be/No place to go” was the mantra for this pose back then. I would cocoon beneath a colorful, cozy blanket that I imagined as my pal.
I remembered hearing the soft sniffle of tears from someone's washed away anxiety, a "fluff" of flatulence (no embarrassed dozing disciples at those sessions) or a little concerto of z's from a truly relaxed devotee filling the quiet spaces.
I would befriend the darkness for ten blissful minutes and, as the lights broke into a new dawn, I would rise up no longer a corpse but a renewed, energized new me. Lately, I'm tempted to perform Corpse Pose at home even if it might be considered an afternoon "nap"!?!