After lots of experimenting and trying out different classes, I think Mommy and I have found our Yoga class – the class we went to yesterday was called Yoga Therapy.
The guy who took the class has lots of letters after his name – Dip Health Ch Grad Dip Psych. He is a clinical hypnothterapist, psychotherapist and yoga instructor. The problems addressed by psychotherapists are psychological in nature and of no specific kind or degree, but rather depend on the specialty of the practitioner. Guess what? My dude (JA) specialises in Chronic fatigue and Fibromyalgia.
Psychotherapy aims to increase the individual’s sense of his/her own well-being. Psychotherapists employ a range of techniques based on experiential relationship building, dialogue, communication and behaviour change that are designed to improve our mental health.
The class itself was incredibly gentle – each movement was explained carefully. There were even instructions on getting up and down from the floor, to ensure we didn’t hurt ourselves. There was a lot of talk about Breath Awareness.
Did you know?
- Air contains on average 21% oxygen, 68% nitrogen and the remainder is other gases.
- Breathing oxygenates the blood stream, and releases spent gases
- Breathing assists in temperature regulation and the release of toxins
- Breath awareness and conscious breathing allows maximum oxygen absorption
- Breath awareness assists in controlling emotions and enhances positive thinking.
At the end of the class, there was a lovely meditation – the problem was the more I relaxed (feeling like I was sinking into the ground) the more any pain I had seemed to rise. I was lying on my wonderful, butterfly decorated, purple yoga mat, on my back and the ache in the ache in the back of my head seemed to rise upward and fill my cheekbones. The top of my hands and feet (the highest part of them when lying down) were shooting electricity. I actually had to sit up part-way through. Not sure what that was really – it has never happened before or when I meditate. Any ideas?
JA was incredibly excited, when I spoke to him after the class, and told him I had FM. In fact, we had trouble shutting him up. And Mommy was very excited with the idea that we had found ‘The One’ (you know – that person who is going to cure us?) – definitely a fortuitous meeting. Me? I’m taking it all with a grain of salt – I got excited after the first 10 or so doctors/healers. I shall withhold my future excitement until I see results.
- Types of Yoga Practice: Which is Right for You? (sheerbalance.com)