I went to the White Mountain Summer Dance festival in both the summer of 2003 and 2006 and we started our days with yoga at six in the morning five days a week. I remember the teacher telling me how flexible I was once, when really I think was just tired. I pretty much rolled out of bed, stumbled to the studio, plopped down on the mat, and my muscles were probably still too asleep to put up much protest against the pull of gravity in certain stretches.
It was a really great way to wake up the body, get circulation and all of those body functions… functioning. Stretching and getting oxygen to the muscles usually gets my brain going as well and puts me in a good mood. Too bad the teacher chose to carry around either a large gong or annoying little finger cymbals that pretty much killed my ‘zen’.
How We Are Spared -by WS Merwin
like a great weight and the small birds cry out
and bear it up.
Make of this what you will. I like it, anyways.