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… to give yourself or someone else the gift of Private Yoga Sessions:
1. You do not feel ready to join a scheduled class.
2. You aren’t sure which class would best suit your needs.
3. Your schedule prohibits you from attending classes.
4. The idea of a home practice is appealing, but where to start?
5. To progress or refine work with poses you find challenging.
6. To establish a sequence of poses to focus on particular goals.
7. To discover which practices will help you overcome your current limitations.
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Friday, September 30th at Diane’s Fitness Hut in Waldport, Oregon
Enjoy a free asana practice followed by a meditation for universal peace and well-being.
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Also in honor of National Yoga Month, your first class is free and all other classes are only $5 at Diane’s Fitness Hut. Class meets at Diane’s in Waldport every Tuesday evening at 5:30pm and all levels are welcome.
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We have all heard the phrase “You reap what you sow.” Central to yogic thought is the law of karma, the law of universal causality, the idea that for every action there is a reaction. We create our future with our thoughts and actions. Discussed in the Bhagavad Gita and the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali, one of the paths to union is karma yoga, the yoga of action. Offering selfless service to others is a way to bring a personal practice off the mat and into the world. By acting without thought of gain or reward one may purify the heart and sublimate the ego.
I first discovered yoga as a student at Tulane University. I went to Alvina’s beautiful yoga studio on Oak Street in New Orleans and immediately fell in love. The room was crowded with sweaty strangers, and interesting human sounds and foreign music could be heard as we breathed in seemingly unnatural ways and contorted our bodies (or tried, anyway) into oddly-named and weird-looking positions. And then we rested on the floor for ten minutes pretending we were dead. This was nothing like anything I had ever done before, but I will never forget the complete physical exhaustion I experienced complemented by feelings of utter relaxation, serenity and massive untapped wells of energy that lasted for hours after class. “Blissed out” was what I later learned to call it. Ten o’clock on Saturday morning was a mighty early and difficult time to muster up the will power (or shrug off the hangover) for a girl who had recently let her hair down from Catholic high school to embark upon an in-depth study of how really enjoy the Big Easy. Needless to say, I didn’t attend class as often as I would have liked.
