Blissing Out
My sister called and invited me to a "restorative yoga" class today and because I am in serious need of restoration, off I went. I had no idea what to expect of restorative yoga and just as we placed our mats down, wisely at the back of the class this time, a man walked in with a giant duffle bag and set up camp in front of me. He pulled out every piece of yoga equipment known to (wo)man and some things I'm not certain were part of yoga at all. I expected him to pull out a small child or a baseball bat. Then he constructed a wall of yoga items surrounding himself on his mat. Another woman asked him if we'd be needing all those things and he was all "Oh yes, you'll need props for this class. You'll definitely need a belt". A what now? I give sissy the "What the Hell do we need a belt for?" look and she gives me the "I have no freaking idea" look. Yes, we're telepathic. Sissy and I then give each other the "holy...