Select Location

Edit

We recently upgraded our technology please reset your password and update your billing information, click here.

Why NOT to Have a Spot in the Hot Room

When first embarking on your yoga journey, you were probably pushed outside of your confort zone the first few times you practiced, which is amazing! The more we push our boundaries, the more we grow and learn! That being said, when you were pushed, you most likely pushed back, finding ways to control your experience and feel less vulnerable.

Heather in a dark room

They are many ways that students try to ‘control’ their practice from always attending the same class time, style of class or even or practicing with a specific teacher. No matter the way you tried to control your practice, it is important to remember that the practice of yoga is to let it change you. That it is a safe space, and feeling vulnerable is part of the process.

Many, many students continue to have ‘a spot’ in the room in which they always practice. These students come early, just to secure their spot and even walk away from practice if the class is full and their spot is taken. We have even seen extreme instances of this where students have actually asked another student to move because they were in the covenanted ‘spot’ (this is a big no, no, just in case you were wondering!)

Knowing you have a spot may make you feel safe. Maybe it is at the back of the room, where no one can see you, beside a post, so you feel secure, or in the front row, so you can see every posture on your body. No matter where you spot is, we strongly encourage you to give it up!

Here is your challenge, if you are one who has a spot, next time you come to class, practice as far away from that spot as you can! See how impactful this can be on your practice, and see if the openness to change starts to trickle into your every day life!

(Originally published July 25, 2018)

Ode to Hot Yoga by Heather Romito

Honestly not sure what I did before.
Before I could push open that big wooden door.

Walk into that room; a sensory feat.
Lacking in light, and bursting with heat.

Roll out my mat, lay on the floor.
My shavasana is weak, my SI joint is sore.

Try to relax, be mindful but absent…?
Break down each thought into the tiniest fragment.

And then push them away. So easy to do.
When you live in a house that’s much like a zoo.

Actually, a zoo is cleaner and the tenants less energetic.
So, let’s do this asana flow and get cathartically kinetic.

Roll onto your right side and take child’s pose.
Downward dog, high plank, knee to your nose.

Two minutes in and my tank top is saturated.
Ten minutes in and my neighbour has audibly flatulated.

I get that though. Lots of abdominal compression.
But farting isn’t as bad as chronic depression.

So, float forward girl! Chaturanga! And upward face your dog!
Aren’t you happy I’m writing poetry instead of a blog?

The sweat on my arms is beading and rolling.
My knees slide off my elbows when I try silently crowing.

Dude next to me, chill. I see that you’re jacked.
But your panting and grunting are wont to distract.

I came here to breathe, dammit. In through my nose.
I came here to fold forward and touch my damn toes.

I came for the sound of bare feet on bamboo floors.
I came to expel toxins from all of my pores.

High plank and lower for a count of five.
(Getting closer)
Four
(Almost over)
Three
(I’ll be fine)
Two
(Cold glass of wine)
One

Sink into the mat and right ear to the ground.
Hear hearts through the floor as they slow and they pound.

Its hot. I can’t breathe, but I know I should stay.
Final Shavasana? Screw it. I’m out. Namaste.

 

About the Author:

Heather is a regular student with Moksha, mostly at our Dundas location. She has been practicing with us since 2015 and loves herself a challenging flow class. She wrote this poem about Moksha and her experience and submitted it to Elephant Journal.

(Originally published August 22, 2017)