Shavasana - a yoga story
transformational close your eyes and leave the room yoga makes new you
She lies on her yoga mat and tries to follow the instructions:
„You do not have to do anything, let you breath flow. Be one with the mat“, whispers the yoga instructor softly.
The smell of incense almost takes her breath away. And this is supposed to be relaxing? I have to gag from this stuff. Great, I’m not even good at relaxing, this day is going just great.
Her alarm had gone off at six-thirty, but she wanted to stay in bed for a tiny bit longer and boom, 25 minutes had passed. No time for coffee or a toast with jam, meaning also no visit to the toilet before class. Damn, then I will have to go in the middle and in this fancy yoga studio they really frown upon people leaving the room. "Yoga with an Ohm" is much too expensive for her, but she needed to splurge on something, with everything else going to shit.
A gentle breeze sneaks out of her behind. Oh no, I hope it doesn’t smell. Now, breathe in and out extra loudly to drown out the sound. Ok, good. These yoga pants are so tight at the waist. She got them ages ago at a discount store and they are not as fancy and elastic as the ones with the elegant patterns on the gazelles to her left and right.
"Put your hands on your belly, feel the air moving," whispers the instructor. She obeys dutifully and her fingers get caught on the little roll of fat above the waistband. Like dough that sloshes over the muffin tins. She sighs loudly, much too loudly and can feel the disapproving looks even with her eyes closed
She slides back and forth on the mat trying to find a more comfortable position. This cheap thing never stays nicely flat on the ground but rolls up. She feels like she is being eaten by a carnivorous plant that is slowly wrapping her in bright green fangs and closes her eyes more tightly.
Shavasana, the corpse pose. Just relax for a few minutes, then back to reality. First I have to call the lawyer, the letter with the documents for the divorce arrived yesterday and there is still a lot, no actually everything is still unclear. Then talk to that nasty guy from human resources, then...
Her thoughts are all over the place. In the distance, as if through a thick pillow, she hears a soft gong. Exhale.
"Come back into the room," whispers the yoga teacher. "Keep your eyes closed, be aware of yourself."
Hey, that worked. The mat feels soft and firm at the same time, the pants no longer pinch and even the fabric has relaxed and feels very nice and smooth.
She sits up, everyone sounds a shared OOOHHMM only then she slowly opens her eyes and blinks. Huh, why am I sitting by the window? I squeezed myself into the back corner earlier. She looks down. The mat shines in a rich orange, her legs are clad in petrol blue leggings and don't look like her legs at all, but much much longer and slimmer. She looks around confused. What the F? The room empties. In the back, in her corner lies an abandoned bright green half-rolled up yoga mat.
She slowly gets up.....
transformational
close your eyes and leave the room
yoga makes new you