Always enjoy (and benefit) from these gentle, lengthy poses, that allow the mind to explore deeper the senses while setting the busier side aside.  I like it when the music is soft and not as intrusive it can sometimes be.  This was perfect.

I did this, this morning and will remember it for future use.  Thanks Devi

Loved this practice.  Working the breath during poses has really energized and opened growth.  Today a friend released a single, "Sit With It" by Micaela Kingslight.  A few verses...you get the idea.  Love the timing of the universe.

My body my temple my instrumentMy body my temple my instrumenttalks to meand tells mewhat I need to know

Congratulations! 🥳

I finally got around to this one.  Loved the long, lingering, holds in each pose.  Practiced a breathing pattern throughout to move energy in and out as I depended each pose.  Devi's breath ritual she threw in fit perfectly and was a nice surprise.

You took me there girl....😁

I ❤️'d myself.... I consider it an act of self love. 😁

I put a lot more slant on my half saddles and use plenty of props on full.  I'm more or less gradually working on sitting upright in the half saddle poses.

Perfect timing as I was still really feeling my "improved" half saddles, from yesterday, the tightness was still being felt.  Loved the slow pace and gradual moves.  Sort of a gray, wet morning here so it blended well with my mood.  I need to use blocks for pigeon poses and such, as my arms are a little short.  Thanks for jump-starting the magick of the day...

First I really enjoyed the music during this practice.  Soft and calming it attempted to counter what I found was anger this morning.  Yoga helps my morning as a buffer against contemptible hatred we live with daily.  I did better in many poses, and I noticed.  The extended times helped me settle in deeper.  I opened the sutra at practice end and as they often do, provided a message:  #70 

Sting of a wasp.

Rip of a nail.

A razor’s slice.

The needle’s plunge.

A piercing word.

A stab of betrayal.

The boundary crossed.

A trust broken.

In this lacerating moment,

Pain is all you know.

Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh,

Scribing incandescence in your nerves.

Right here,

In this single searing point

Of intolerable concentration,

Wound becomes portal.

Brokenness surrenders to

Crystalline brilliance of Being.

Later that same day: My quadriceps have been feeling it all day. 😉