06 September, 2012

Gentle yoga = Dealer's choice

Today was Gentle Yoga with Jessica.

I walked out of my first gentle yoga class certain that "gentle" meant "Yin." But now I have learned that it is really subject to teacher interpretation. Jessica had a flavor of gentle that was more along the style of a Ginger class. Not really derived from Baptiste, and not particularly gentle, though it did focus a lot on stretching poses and opening things up in ways we normally do not. The most gentle aspect was that it probably never went above 80 degrees. But we definitely worked and entered some familiar poses in very unfamiliar ways. One of the highlights was a series of Sun A with our eyes closed.

It was a very nice class.

At the end of class, Jessica read a poem by Mary Oliver:

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

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