Day 3, Prenatal Intensive.
It’s been immensely interesting to me that each day of the intensive has had a different vibe to it. On the first, we were all a little nervous, getting to know each other’s stories, and feeling expectant (yep, a word not just for the moms-to-be…) about the workshop.
The second, well, the second I didn’t get to stay for very long (more about that here), and today? Today was a day for laughing.
After our morning meditation (which for some reason was extremely challenging for me today – I was the master of fidgeting. Ugh.), Marcia Solomon (Yoga Workshop teacher and Sanskrit scholar) led us through the correct pronunciation of asanas. It was beautiful and familiar but difficult all at once. It was, as Marcia described, “vinyasa for the tongue.”
After our Sanskrit lesson, De led us through an asana practice for the second trimester.
And then there was more laughing.
Mostly because of our guest speakers, doula presenters Karena Lindell and Lee Macik, but also because of this speaker, Cynthia Morris, certified Life Coach.
There was a difficult point during today, however. Linda Sparrowe, editor-in-chief of Natural Solutions magazine, talked about grief and depression around losing a baby. I have to be honest, while today was very fulfilling and enlivening, this particular topic caused me to pause. For a couple of hours, actually. This, oh this, reached down deep inside to touch a very tender part of me. A tucked away part. A not forgotten part. Our baby who wasn’t. And even though we have three beautiful boys, it was powerful to remember that time and know that compassion lies in the ability to surrender to the process of letting go, which Linda so delicately confirmed is very different than giving up.
This is where yoga is a refuge. A place where emotions can pass through us and we can be soft and open as we are ready and as we feel safe.
I’m so thankful for this place. And I’m so, so very thankful for the ability to laugh and to love and to exhale joy.
And for the opportunity to hold ourselves as tenderly as we hold our babies.
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