yoga laugh

What a  r e l a x i n g  night of restorative yoga.

I remember the first couple of sessions earlier this year and silently laughing at those who had fallen asleep—there were soft snores around me, not many and not often, but still audible.

Tonight, during supported bridge pose, I caught myself at the exact moment I was about to snore. Snapped me back into awareness, I tell you. And it was all I could do to not giggle at myself.

Talking with a few people afterwards, there was a general consensus that Whit had led us in one of the more relaxing sessions ever.