Let my friend Mark (the 6’2″ 195lb man) tell you. Mark has been a work exchange volunteer for the Yoga Journal Conferences for a few years now. One of the privelages of that is being able to attend classes on a space available basis. This means finding a class with space and usually coming in about 15 minutes after class has started. Which is what Mark did.
The room was almost completely dark, I unfolded my mat right next to the door, but two of her assistants took my mat and sat it down up front, right next to the stage. I sat down, closed my eyes, and opened my ears to Angela. It took a few minutes to settle down. And when I finally did I heard Angela ask us to “focus on our pelvic floors and then to imagine our pelvic floors opening like the beautiful lotus flowers that they were. I panicked! That’s when I remembered reading in the confernce brochure that Angela Farmer was leading a class on the pelvic floor and that it was for “women only.” I couldn’t sneak out, I was sitting right next to the stage. No matter how much I focused on my breath, my heart wouldn’t stop beating like mad and I could feel the sweat as it thickened under my arms and on my brow. I wondered if the rest of the class noticed the “really weird guy” who showed up to the “women only” class on the pelvic floor. That’s when I heard Angela say “Now at the end of this meditation, we’re going to partner up and share. Now my heart was about to explode out of my chest. I looked around frantically as I tried to slide along the front wall and make my way around two more corners and two more walls to the door without being noticed when a kindly looking, older woman grabbed my upper arm and asked if I would be her partner for the sharing. I froze, and in the background Angela directed us to sit cross legged facing each other, and “feeling our lotus flowers as they rooted down into the earth” and to share the one thing that was prominent right then on our minds.
What could I say.
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