The pop of a champagne cork in the quiet of a secluded beach. A toast to another year of love as the sun traces a brilliant path along the still, aquamarine water and tucks itself behind the clouds. The gentle caress of the heat at dusk as the powdery cool sand embraces our feet. A celebratory kiss.
I kindly and gently pushed my way through the Union Square crowd with a deceptively friendly smile while muttering expletives under my breath at the aimless pedestrians creating sidewalk congestion. I was gonna be pissed if they made me late for yoga!
It was like reverting back to the womb. Every movement was supported by breath and the cocoon-like embrace of the aerial hammock which allowed for total surrender. It felt safe to relax; one on life's pleasures that I tend to neglect. It compassionately reminded me of my struggle to be fully present in the moment, breathe deeply and give my mind a break from solving the world's problems. My muscles were coerced into relaxation, promising greater ease and freedom of movement.
I’ll admit it. I miss playing with balls. So, what’s a sexless Indie Girl to do? Well, I found a spot where I get to play with balls of all sizes while experiencing some physical gratification myself: Yamuna Studio, which is a beautifully branded movement therapy studio located in the West Village right by the Hudson River.
