Y’all. I drug Lindsay to the craziest yoga class of my life last night.
Before I start to describe this adventure, I need to preface this post by telling you that I have practiced yoga on and off for the last 10 years in 3 different cities. I have been to some very atypical classes (mostly in Austin and NYC) and between those and the decades of various acting classes in which I have participated, I am no stranger to stepping outside my comfort zone and yielding to unconventional experiences. (PS Lindsay is the same way. Get her to tell you about the Kundalini class she took in Austin off South Congress…)
I say all that to say this: I think most people that know me well would tell you that I am considerably more open-minded, accepting, adventurous, maybe even quirkier than I sometimes seem on the surface.
Anyway, I blogged about the complimentary rhythmic yoga practice set to live drumming that was being held at Lululemon, so I figured I should go! Plus, I have been really slack in my yoga for the last couple of years so I thought this would be a fabulous time to get started again. Plus, I have seen the Sunday yoga classes being held at their showroom before (albeit on my way to brunch at Food 101…) and it looks amazing. I was psyched.
I got there about 15 minutes before the class started and purchased a new fancy Lululemon yoga mat from one of the a.d.o.r.a.b.l.e. sales associates and made my way over to where Lindsay had staked out some real estate for us in the back of the makeshift studio. It was PACKED. By 6:30, 70 people had shown up and there was probably only room for 30. People were outside on the sidewalk, it was pandemonium! I was into it, ready to get my stretch on. At that point, the instructor informs us that we’re going to get ALL the people INTO the studio.
Truly, I was excited for the Lulu girls that the event was such a success and I have to applaud the instructor for doing the best he could to include everyone, but at that point, we’re all sitting cross-legged (touching each other…) and it was a lot more breathing and dancing and Om-ing and less downward facing dog-ing and chataranga-ing.
I am ashamed to say that what this really meant to me is not only was I missing out on my much anticipated workout, but also that the general public was breathing and dancing and Om-ing ON me and my new fancy Lulu mat. (You should know that 99% of the class was really into it, Lindsay and I were the oddballs in this situation) You know? Truth be told, I am a lot of things, but touchy-feely is just not one of them.
Needless to say, Lindsay and I were NOT teacher’s pet last night as we swayed in place instead of dancing around the room, and ab crunched as everyone was child-posing. I’m ok with this. I was ready to get out of there and get my Yoforia fix. (Pomegranate and mango with walnuts and fruit last night…I love that place.)
All-in-all, it was a little outside the box, even for me. However, I enjoyed the drumming (those guys were awesome) and the instructor did say something that I haven’t really stopped thinking about since last night. We were all chanting “Om” together and he said something to the effect of that when everyone is making sounds at once, it eventually becomes a harmony and from that harmony comes chaos, but that chaos eventually returns to harmony. And that’s exactly what happened. Sometimes the sound was deafeningly discordant and sometimes it was really beautiful. He said we constantly dance between rhythm and chaos, and that really resonated with me in a big way.
It just made me think about how busy I like to keep myself and how everything always seems to be going at once and although most of the time I feel like I’m on a fabulous trajectory, sometimes I feel like I’m furiously spinning my wheels in no direction whatsoever. It was helpful to be reminded that when I’m really feeling the chaos, at some point, everything will return to harmony.
Maybe you needed to hear that today, too.
Have a fabulous weekend and…um, Namaste!
xx, L