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This evening was different: an hour and a half session that concentrated on six postures, with a five minute warm-up and five final minutes in savasana (corpse or relaxation pose). I feel wonderful as a result. I'll attend next Friday's restorative yoga class, the last guided session to which I'll have access prior to leaving on a three month trip, but hopefully I will have many new ideas to take with me on my coming journey.
Most interesting of all to me was the result these six lengthened poses* had upon my final relaxation. The teacher I have for this class seemingly isn't keen on guided meditation to any real degree, and pretty much leaves us to our own devices. This evening I took that opportunity to engage in a third eye meditation. In this meditation I normally, depending on my mood, will experience blue, deep green, or burgundy, sometimes slow and meandering, almost like smoke, then other times energized and bursting from a central space.
Tonight there was no color; this was a first for me. However, I could sense movement - despite the absence of any discernable shapes or colors - as if there were something unseen, just out of sight, with which I had made a connection. It felt strange and yet also somehow very familiar and comforting. Peaceful.
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