tags: Ashtanga yoga, Ashtanga Yoga Centre of Toronto, David Robson, knitted uterus, placenta toy, Pregnancy and Ashtanga Yoga, vinyasa
Ok. So it isn’t the mat. Today, coming up to standing from backbends on the thin mat, I had to run backwards slightly to keep from landing on my head. By number three, I was good to go – but it is a little unsettling. I got David to help me problem solve what I was doing wrong. I stick my toes out, and once I’m up – I’m unsteady on my clown feet.
It was fun being a regular student again and hearing all those cues “Come up on your fingertips, push through your feet, squeeze your inner legs, come up, come up!” Usually, he would make me work pretty hard if he noticed me dancing all over the mat, but today he let me get away with just doing it once or twice and then gave me a piriformis massage with his knees. Ah, bum massage!
We had our first prenatal class last night. I like my teacher and the other couples in the class are all funny and sweet. Our teacher had some props with her, including a toy placenta. She told us her dog likes it. Imagine being in the toy placenta making business? It is hard to make that thing not look horrifying, not that they didn’t try. But it looked like a deranged and extremely dangerous jellyfish.
How would that not scare the beejezus out of an expectant mother? It looks like a day at the beach gone terribly, terribly wrong. I am, however, looking forward to demonstrations with the “knitted uterus”.
We watched a dvd of several women dealing with contraction pain. The women were in deep trance-like states, with chirpy midwives as their guides. Hot, sweating, with eyes glazed over they repeated guttural sounds and banged furniture rhythmically. It was beautiful and mesmerizing to watch, but also painfully private. The teacher commented she would like some popcorn to eat with the movie. Seriously? Popcorn? Who can think about eating? This might be the biggest reason to never allow yourself to be filmed giving birth. Inevitably, someone will end up eating snacks while staring at you hitting the edge of a bathtub shouting “HA! HA! HA!”
I thought about that trance state in practice today. I have small glimpses of it, especially around janusirasana A + B. But once I notice, it has slipped away out of reach again. I think that will be my real work in the practice until June 2. I suppose that is my real work in practice all the time. Vinyasa, vinyasa, vinyasa.
I’ll keep you updated on knitted uterus and scary jellyfish that wants to kill your baby.