Day 4: Easter Yin

Today I took my first class at Main St Yoga and I have to tell you, it was pretty damned amazing.  You should really try it sometime.  I highly recommend sitting in the back so that when you look up (if you look up) you get a view of the skylight.  The white painted wood reminded me of a lifeguard chair, and the blue of the sky?  The sky at the beach.

I thought I might be uncomfortable being the student in the room where I am usually the teacher, but can I just tell you?  It was complete gift, and a relief–especially 5 minutes into the class when I realized that I was in good hands, practiced hands, trustworthy hands, knowledgeable hands. I was being guided into my body by someone who knew what she was doing, and that allowed me to let go, relax, and go deep inside.

Brenna Francis is good.

I don’t know anything about Yin style yoga, so this was all new.  It’s restorative, slow, with long holdings in rather easy postures. But it’s very difficult because there are no distractions, so you are constantly confronted with your “monkey mind” –or I should say I was constantly confronted with my monkey mind, as well as my “monkey body.”

Some people wouldn’t care for it, I’m sure.  It’s a very meditative, and because of that, it’s a very deep and difficult yoga.  (I, frankly, sucked at it.)

But I loved it.  Because it’s good to suck at yoga.  It’s good to do a yoga that “kicks up dust” for you; a yoga where you go, “Where am I now?  and “Why can’t I change this f-upped channel in my brain? I don’t like this show!”


There was no music, no theater, just long holding times, and breath cue,s and some meridian info.

It was Easter Sunday.  There was hardly any traffic on Main St:  no trucks, no loud motorcycles, no procession of gas drilling trucks grinding through their gears, and blessedly, no fire or ambulance sirens.

I took my inhalations up my back, into my crown, and let my exhalations wash down my face.


6 thoughts on “Day 4: Easter Yin

  1. I’m counting down the seconds
    Until I have to get out of the downward facing dog..
    My legs to the ground,
    And so are my arms.
    I love it,
    I just have to accept the uncomfortableness
    And goofiness of my body.


    1. Morgan,

      I used to HATE down dog. Ask Kath. Then this weird and mysterious change came over me. (That and the patient coaching of Yogamama to keep at it.) I love it now. I actually just assume down dog in the midst of my day to relax and recenter. I like it because I can do it anywhere. And I have. In class, in stores, on field trips, in my kitchen. I hope you come to love it too.


    1. I want to go shopping with her too! I don’t know her (yet), but I want to go shopping with anyone who acts like that in public! wacky … weird … wonderful


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