Day 4, Prenatal Intensive.
I’ve taken a couple of days to digest the experience of the intensive. And I suppose there should be a preface to this post with a little background information.
I’m a wrestler.
I’ve wrestled a lot throughout my life with spirituality, duality, non-duality, alternative lifestyle, Christianity, yoga, and philosophy. I wasn’t raised as a yogin. In fact, I practiced asana diligently for about six years before becoming comfortable chanting the sound, Aum, though I’ve always loved being in a class when everyone else was chanting. I’ve never been to India and I don’t foresee a pilgrimage there in my near future, but I love to read about all of your journeys out there and vicariously live through you in secret.
I am what is referred to as a “householder yogin.” One who cannot afford the time or resources away from family for months at a time for immersions with teachers. One who balances soccer games and gymnastics for preschoolers, baseball games because I love them, and who colors her hair, and not with henna, because I’m afraid of going gray.
I wrestle a lot.
But on Sunday morning, I walked. In the words of Thich Nhat Hanh, I walked as though my feet were kissing the Earth. No wrestling thoughts; just the gentle stir of a breeze, the sweet, sweet smells of spring, and the soft quiet of morning. A pause here and there. A peek over a railing and down into the water flowing by, which I couldn’t quite hear since the snowmelt in the mountains hasn’t happened yet. Passed by a furniture store that I’ve driven by for years to finally notice its name: Joyful Furniture. Joyful Furniture! Amazing.
And it brought me to this. This workshop was an honor. An honor to learn with new eyes how to see what people sometimes can’t say verbally yet shout through their bodies. An honor to sit with another’s joy and sadness and to taste curiosity and sweetness. To see strength, surrender, and innate wisdom. To become aligned with what is. Whatever it is. Whenever it is.
And, as one woman put it, to trust the dive.
Here are some photo highlights of the day.
De assisting a 3rd trimester momma in Upavista Konasana.
I love this picture.
Demonstration of Vrksasana in the 3rd trimester, using the wall for balance and opening in both the chest and hips.
Postpartum demonstration, showing how to twist in Jathara Parivartanasana with bolsters.
An explosion of heart! Can’t you just feel it? Upavista Konasana partner work.
Beginning to quiet down for closing the workshop.
Peaceful momma, peaceful baby.
To see the entire gallery of photos from the intensive, please click here or go to the Photos page.
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