Hubby has a phobia of restorative yoga. And I’m sure he’s not the only one. If you’re used to a more dynamic practice, the long passive holds and quiet spaces for the mind to go crazy in can be a bit daunting. For Hubby there’s a lot of bodily tension in general and a complaining sciatic nerve in particular that make him run away fast from me every time I look as though I’m getting out the blocks and bolsters. He doesn’t view them as supportive props but rather as some apparatus for torture.
So when I asked him if he’d like to join me today for some simple stretches he looked dubious. “Is this restorative yoga in disguise?” he asked. I reassured him not, while slightly having my fingers crossed behind my back. Transgression of satya? Nah, surely not — my intention was good after all!
We did some really, really simple stretches that were just about lessening tension from his shoulders and hips after a tough week at work and not resting well at night due to an on-going cold.
Once I’d lulled him with this, he was totally compliant in a long supported Bālāsana. In fact I thought he’d gone to sleep!
After that I tucked him up with a blanket and a cup of herbal tea and a heated cushion around his neck.
Sometimes less is definitely more.
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