hanging forward, bent at the waist, I can’t help but scan the rows of yoga enthusiasts from this unique viewpoint. Just as my eyes rest on a handsome young man whose incredible agility allows him to effortlessly press his forehead against his muscular, locked legs, I hear a voice in my ear which asks suspi¬ciously, “Just where are you looking?” Our teacher, Bryan Kest, has caught me com¬mitting a major Power Yoga no-no.
“Don’t look around at anyone else,” he coaches me. “You’re not here to com¬pete. Focus on yourself. If you can’t han¬dle this posture, stop, breathe, and release.” Immediately I shift my atten¬tion to my own legs, where my weary left
hamstring is now shaking from overexer¬tion. As Kest gently adjusts my leg, mak¬ing the stretch much more comfortable, I sigh with delicious relief. “Now that’s your sweet spot,” he says, smiling. (The sweet spot is the unique place in each posture where the stretch feels good rather than painful.)
Rosemary Serluca
Creativity with Consciousness
Ramblings from Rosemary
I have to admit, blogging is a literary form (can we actually call it that?) that I have not been very excited about. Some viewpoints, opinions, or complaints should be, in the name of noise reduction, kept to oneself— right?
So, at the risk of lingering too long on the soap box, I hope to keep my musings entertaining and informative. And if I start "rambling" a bit too much, I will rely on you, my dear readers, to keep me in check.
