breathe in, breathe out
I've been desperate to do some kind of exercise class for a long time. Do something consistently at any rate. It's hard for the whole family to make time for me to do this. An actual class raises the bar a bit in terms of commitment. One of the interpreters that is often engaged by Ellis's school is also a certified yoga instructor, and just started teaching a deaf yoga class at Ellis's school, which is only three blocks away. I've gone twice now. So far no one else has come to the session that I've been able to go to, but the teacher has been so kind to teach just me. And she does talk for me and signs, which is helpful for me, so that when I do get to a class with other deaf members, and she teaches voice-off, I'll know better what she means.
I'm not athletic. So those aerobics classes where you have to keep up AND count AND do all this footwork? Not for me. I love yoga. It's mental and physical and you do what perfectly suits you. And you have enough time to think about it. And I feel like a Greek statue. What could be cooler?

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I'm so glad you found a space
I'm so glad you found a space to do yoga that's so close and so friendly! This post is making me think about our one failed attempt to play racquetball. Not for us. But yoga? For us. =)
I wish I could go with you.
I wish I could go with you. So glad for you.
For a daily blog, this is
For a daily blog, this is getting old, but the house looks good!
Love yoga, love it.
Love yoga, love it. Obviously, I teach it. Even the wild and crazy kids yoga I teach. It is just so cool!
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