I still don't have home internet access. If anything, the Australian state telecoms provider are slower than the South African! The home-phone saga has been going on for three weeks now...
So, still visiting the library whenever I can to check email, blog a teeny bit, and so on. Mostly, though, my days are filled with yoga. Lots and lots of yoga; partly in the interests of getting to know the yoga community, partly in the interests of getting the community to know me!
In general, I have been overwhelmed by the generosity of the yoga folks in Melbourne. This is a recurring them, since I have already said how wonderful most Melburnians are, but even more so the yogis. One teacher runs by-donation classes - just like in the old days, you pay only what you can afford, into a little tin. Two studios have offered me yoga classes for FREE. Why? Well, it seems, mostly because I have just arrived. Can you imagine that? Loads of free yoga just because I am a cash-strapped migrant? That is insanely generous behaviour, if you ask me.
So I have been going to lots of classes, and it seems there is a wider variety of yoga on offer here than in JHB - Jo'burg has a more polarised scene - either very vigorous yoga or very gentle. Melbourne seems to have more in-between stuff. Well-trained teachers, kind, safe. Safe being a big issue since I am just dipping my toe back into the world of non-therapeutic yoga after my back injury.
That said, I did attend a class last week where the teacher didn't ask about injuries at the beginning of the class and then gave me an adjustment which caused my injury to flare up again. I think I am going to have to find a chiropractor, actually. When I told my husband the story, he was furious with me. He wanted to know why I had let this happen when I so obviously know better. I said I really hadn't wanted to make a huge scene in the middle of the class: I moved away the first time the teacher tried to adjust me (non-verbal cue) and the second time, said something about my injury (verbal cue). Then I just gave up and took the adjustment.
My hubby is right though. I shouldn't have, since I was in so much pain that night I didn't really sleep. Bah!
Note to self: stick to the SAFE teachers.
About Me
- Nadine Fawell
- I am a yoga teacher, yoga practitioner, yoga-obsessive, trying to find a little balance in all of life, so I will be posting about all things yoga, even those that don't seem related! In my world, everything can be linked back to yoga!
2 comments:
Yes.
Stick to the safe teachers.
Unfortunately our Telecoms is slower and more expensive. I hope it gets sorted for you soon though.
I'm so happy to read that you've had a real welcoming experience to the Melbourne yoga community but sorry to hear about the bad one. I can totally imagine the scenario but I'm with your husband on this one, please look after yourself. It's just not worth flaring up an injury. But how do we know who is a safe teacher 'til after we have experienced them? I hope you talk to the teacher before class starts next time you try a new one. Now I sound like a mum, sorry! It's actually dissappointing that the teacher didn't take note of either the non-verbal and verbal cue.
Cheers to more happy and welcoming experiences!
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