I've been attending Quaker meeting for a couple of Sundays, and tonight I went to a yoga class that used bolsters, blankets and eye pillows to create poses that one essentially laid in for several minutes. All in dim light and silence. Very odd. It's a nice contrast to the chaos of the first of the semester. When I laid down into the first pose tonight, it felt like my body was ratcheting, creaking tighter and tighter with each breath. By the end of the class, I was feeling more smoothed out, less crackly.
I'm grateful to have had the luxury of silence in this week.