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| Baron Baptiste Photo by Anja Schlein |
(It seems that I wrote this draft in November '16 and forgot to post it)
I just took my first
Baptiste yoga class today, and I don't know what to think of it.
I have been practicing
a style of yoga rooted in Tantra for the last six years, so I am used to
classes stepping pretty far from the norms of classical yoga. However, I found
myself frequently saying "wouldn't it be nice to hear something in Sanskrit?
Or maybe to have someone explain what were doing, instead of just bouncing
around to all the really, really, really loud music?"
As class started, there
were two young, half dressed, yoga chicks (sorry, that's the best way to
describe them) bouncing around like they were on ecstasy. They stopped
periodically mid-posture to take selfies.
The music was so loud that I couldn't hear what passed for instructions
despite the instructor being micced, and frequently "helpers" came
around to give adjustments. At one point, while in pigeon, a "helper"
placed one hand on my sacrum, another of my back, and then gave me a overly
sensual back massage.
Was that yoga?
On a positive note, I'm
pretty sure my third eye crossed some sort of dimensional barrier in savasana.
