I like to float ideas, float in a hot air balloon or possibly float a shot of tequila on top of a perfect margarita. But when I started reading about the new craze of floating yoga, my head started spinning.
Don’t get me wrong. I really like yoga. I like the idea of being present in the moment. I like the Pranayama yoga breathing, when my breath is transformed into the sound of the ocean. When yoga class ends, I like that we all say “namaste” which loosely translated means, go in peace and try to keep your type A tendencies suppressed for five minutes.
Now, like pop up stores, suddenly floating yoga is everywhere. The New York Times had a big spread about the Wanderlust yoga festival held at a beautiful resort in Hawaii. The guests had the option to participate in countless yoga classes, including floating yoga. http://tinyurl.com/q6f7aer
If I was lucky enough to find myself smack dab in the middle of paradise but still in need of a little extra Zen, my inclination would be to head to the Waiola Store for some green tea shave ice, followed up by a hot lava stone massage.
Even my local paper featured a floating yoga article. http://tinyurl.com/nd44dd3
The headline invited me to try downward dog on a stand- up paddle board. For those of you who don’t know downward dog from standing tree position, picture a dog when he sticks his butt up in the air and stretches his paws out in front of him. In yoga, the next move is to bring your feet up to meet your hands. It’s hard enough for me to not fall over when I’m doing this on terra firma. I couldn’t imagine executing the move in the water, on a large surfboard, that is tethered to my fellow yogis.
Yes, all the boards are hooked together so if one goes over it’s bound to cause a domino effect. The article chided me to remember that yoga is about opening your mind and welcoming new possibilities. Compliantly, I read on and discovered that a lifeguard is always present and a physician.
And that was supposed to quiet my mind and reassure me? I absorbed that message to mean: If, no correction, WHEN I fall over and start to drown, and the lifeguard doesn’t get to me in time because she is busy rescuing the other yogis, the physician can resuscitate me.
Sorry, but just like in yoga class when my thoughts start to wander, this is one experience that I’ll just let float by.