yoga - by Ava - bookbear express

I’ve been going to yoga class for a long time now. It started when I was 18 and ClassPass was still really cheap. I would occasionally drop into a class here and there. None of the poses were familiar to me, and I would be exhausted by the end. I didn’t “get” it, because it was both weirdly tiring and in my mind “not a real workout”—I wasn’t sweating the way I would while running or doing a HIIT class. It wasn’t until after a couple years of sporadically going that I started feeling something in shavasana that was hard to describe. At the end of class, I would be laying on my back and the teacher would talk about loving every living being and this warmth would spread through every single part of my body. I felt like a puddle. I would suddenly think: this is okay, everything is okay, I am right here. Though I was always technically with myself, I realized that I often was actually distant from my immediate experience: distracting myself, zoning out, worrying about the future, feeling de

I’ve been going to yoga class for a long time now. It started when I was 18 and ClassPass was still really cheap. I would occasionally drop into a class here and there. None of the poses were familiar to me, and I would be exhausted by the end. I didn’t “get” it, because it was both weirdly tiring and in my mind “not a real workout”—I wasn’t sweating the way I would while running or doing a HIIT class. It wasn’t until after a couple years of sporadically going that I started feeling something in shavasana that was hard to describe. At the end of class, I would be laying on my back and the teac