ARORA Gentle Yoga with Deirdre

Last week, I had relentlessly tested my physical limits. This week, I found solace in ARORA Gentle Yoga. Craving something gentler, I was drawn into its promise of tranquility—a space not of exertion, but of reflection.

The class began with Deirdre's thoughtful gesture: a lavender-scented towel. This simple touch transported us into relaxation even before our bodies settled into the first pose. With her guidance, we journeyed through a world less about muscle and more about mindfulness. From the grounded stillness of the corpse pose, we flowed gracefully through a series of asanas, each movement a testament to inner peace.

Being amidst participants of varying ages, I felt welcomed. Age was but a number here; what mattered was the shared quest for solace.

Throughout, a familiar spiritual sensation enveloped me—a deep connection reminiscent of a past Pilates session. Profound and meditative, it was hard to articulate.

The news that our introspective sessions would evolve into something more vigorous stirred mixed emotions within me. Yet, the prospect of continuing under Deirdre's care brought a glimmer of hope.

As our session concluded, Deirdre shared small stone hearts—symbols of love and strength. She positioned them beside those she felt might need an extra touch of support. To my surprise, I found one beside me. The weight of this summer, marked by the loss of both my remaining grandparents, a heartbreaking breakup, and the upheaval of a move, pressed heavily on my heart. In that moment, her silent gesture spoke volumes, a poignant acknowledgment of my pain. It was more than just a yoga class; it was a refuge, reminding me of life's gentle rhythms amidst the storms.

All the best,

Fred