Namaste’
Monday Yoga 6-7:30pm
December 9TH at Reynolds Corners Library on Dorr Street.
Looking forward to seeing you.
Shanti,
Mike Z
Namaste’
Monday Yoga 6-7:30pm
December 9TH at Reynolds Corners Library on Dorr Street.
Looking forward to seeing you.
Shanti,
Mike Z
Upward Plank Pose
Purvottanasana
Step by Step
Sit in Dandasana (Staff Pose) with your hands several inches behind your hips and your fingers pointing forward. Bend your knees and place your feet on the floor, big toes turned inward, heels at least a foot away from your buttocks.
Exhale, press your inner feet and hands down against the floor, and lift your hips until you come into a reverse tabletop position, torso and thighs approximately parallel to the floor, shins and arms approximately perpendicular.
Without losing the height of your hips, straighten your legs one at a time. Lift your hips still higher without hardening your buttocks. Press your shoulder blades against your back torso to support the lift of your chest.
Without compressing the back of your neck, slowly drop your head back.
Hold for 30 seconds, then sit back down in Dandasana with an exhale.
Holiday Wishes
We wish for you a holiday
That’s better than your dreams,
Filled with peace, good will and hope
And firelight that gleams,
Overflowing with holiday spirit
Good food and holiday laughter;
And when it’s done, We hope that you
Live happily ever after!
By Joanna Fuchs
Namaste’
Monday Yoga 6-7:30pm
November 25TH at Reynolds Corners Library on Dorr Street.
Looking forward to seeing you.
Keep smiling!
Shanti,
Mike Z
What Was Told, That
by Jalal al-Din Rumi
What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was
whispered the jasmine so it is what it is, whatever made
sugarcane sweet, whatever
was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil in
Turkestan that makes them
so handsome, whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush
like a human face, that is
being said to me now. I blush. Whatever put eloquence in
language, that’s happening here.
The great warehouse doors open; I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one to whom every that belongs!
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