It was the best birthday present I could have given myself: an hour to just be. There I was in restorative yoga, lying on my purple mat, posed to surrender to stillness.
In case you haven’t tried it, restorative yoga is a sublime form of deep rest that releases tension on every level.
I love my local studio’s class, but I don’t go much. The poses are deceptively simple, so often I convince myself I could do them at home.
But of course I am a recovering perfectionist and workaholic, so you can imagine the result of that rationalization.