Everything is par for the course, except...

On arrival at the studio, several of us were standing outside a dark room and a locked door. There was no mention on the posted schedule of long-weekend classes that ours was to have been cancelled, so we waited. And waited.

In good time for the class, however, we were greeted by Melody, the owner.

Also, Allison was on holiday. In her place was Danielle.


I was interested to find out the difference in her teaching style, and the ONE thing that stood out was this: She had the whole class consciously moving to the pace of our breath. I know we began by focusing on our breath and our breathing rate, but I can't say for certain what it was that she did that got us to set and keep our pace.

Something felt out of place, though. Maybe it was the upset in the established familliarity of instruction. Yoga is a very personal practice, and perhaps I realized today just how much your instructor's presence, or lack thereof, can affect your own personal space - metaphorically and physically.

I still have a lot of work to do on hip opening. Gawd, it's rough! I should also look up the names of the muscles that hurt so much.

Looking forward to seeing Pat on Tuesday.