“Rub your palms together…feel the warmth building on your hands.” Said the teacher quietly and I follow suit along side everyone in class.
“Now place your warm palms against your chest.”
“Feel the warmth…”
“You are alive. Be grateful…be joyous…” and I was swept with a tsunami of emotional feelings.
“Breathe in the good…breathe out the bad…” her voice trails off as I sunk in deeper into a pool of emotions.
“Namaste” she graciously bows down.
I bowed down too just like everyone else and managed to quickly wipe those tears that escaped me.
Who cried in anti-gravity yoga class? Why, of course, yours truly!
It was my third class so far and I absolutely love it. Dan said I light up when I talked about it. So there has to be something with this specific type of yoga that made me fall in love, right?
My first in class yoga experience was over two years ago. I can’t exactly remember when but I said yes to a friend who asked to try hot yoga. Yes, Bikram yoga.
Insert what the heck was she thinking here – because that’s how I felt after 90 minutes of feeling like I want to die! It was super hot, my poor body was contorted in ways that wasn’t familiar, I literally felt like I was going to die. I had a headache all day after that class. Who does that? Jump into yoga straight into bikram instead of the regular yoga class? Yes, that was me!
Fast forward, I found a yoga studio nearby my place last year that does anti-gravity yoga. After looking at their website, Yogapath Bintaro, I decided to come on the only Saturday I have off – yes I only have 1 Saturdays off in a month.
I fall in love with antigravity yoga right there and then. The feelings are hard to describe, swinging on the hammock brings joy and freedom of a childhood long forgotten. Doing the inversion was delightfully delicious for my tight back. I actually woke up the next day without any pain on my lower back. I’m sure my herniated discs thanked me for those decompression of the spine!
Unfortunately, their evening class wasn’t running yet because there are not enough people signing up.
Until this month, I was delighted to see them announcing evening class. Every Thursday at 6:30, yes it’s only once a week but I wish them nothing but the best and hoping they will open more evening classes. It is a beautiful start.
I love the quietness, the stillness of feeling my breathing as I’m sitting or hanging inside my hammock. I love the freedom it brings me as I swing on it like a child – I may even let some “Wooohooo” escaped of me as I swing. I love peace of knowing my body will be so grateful for the stretches, the inversions. It was blissful.
And maybe that’s why I cried at the end of yoga class.
Allowing myself to be truly present and to be there in that moment. To feel so grateful for everything that has seems like weighing me down. And boy, do I have a lot of stresses lately! The closure of the class made me realize I have so much to be thankful for…my life, my stories, and my journey.
In those 90 minutes, I got to let go…let everything flows and just do what I enjoy. The quietness and stillness at the end of the class was exactly what my soul needed. The class reached me way beyond the spine. It reached my heart and soul.
I am hooked on antigravity yoga.
Have you tried anti-gravity yoga before?
Here’s a little video of similar class.