First time with yoga

I saw the post about free relaxing yoga class on Couchsurfing some weeks ago. I always wanted to try yoga before. But I’m skeptical (I’m always skeptical), what if it’s another kind of advertisement. Then a friend in my swimming club went there and told me: “It was awesome, you gotta give it a try.” So there I was, in a sunny Sunday afternoon.

We were on the rooftop terrace. It was terribly sunny. The teacher gave me a yoga mat and instructed the poses. I put my head down to the ground, smelled the mat, feeling a bit awkward. But the teacher kept her patience, and I kept doing it. After a while, I felt an enthusiasm raising in myself. I loved this pose, I loved this mat, I loved every minute passing by. The white big clouds slowly flowed on the clear blue sky, the wind was blowing, and there was a big grin on my face. At the end, the teacher gave us some back massage, pressing the points that I could never do for myself. She then turned on the chanting music, and retreated, leaving us in relaxing condition. I turned around, hearing the soothing voice of the singer, seeing white clouds on blue sky. Peaceful.

We went downstair and joined the relaxing session there. The other teacher, her husband, advised us to close our eyes. And the guitar strumming, wild and free like the wind blowing through a green forest. In a moment, I felt myself turning into a horse, running in a grass field, high above, an eagle flying up, and beyond the mountains ahead, the sun was setting, shinning his bright yellow rays. Music stopped. I opened my eyes, tears falling on two cheeks, feeling a wonderful relief. Yes, it was the one. It was exactly what I had been looking for. Yoga greeted me in its warm and opened arms.

I was very happy, I was very glad. I was glad that I came. Feeling grateful for what the teachers did, and wished I would become someone similar in the future.

Yoga Lifestyle Class
Photo credit: Luis Gonzalez Medina.