Sometimes, that’s not a good thing to be.  Like, when doing yoga.  Then, a Rubber Band House might be more useful.

When I start practice, my back is made of bricks.  Or armor.  Or steel plate.  I can’t move it, really, or get breath in there.  It feels like my breath is beating up against a… brick wall.  Then thing begin to warm up, and move.  Literally, sometimes — can feel the facets of the lumbar vertebra unsticking & even hear it.  Chunk chunk!   Ahhhh. 

Healing happens.  It just takes time. 

Again & again, day after day, rebuilding & unwinding with side bends, twists, sequencing the spine & down in bridge, back tractioning, rolling.  By the end of practice, the back is perhaps not rubber band land, but at least pliable.  Melted bricks?

Prepped today for tomorrow’s trifecta of classes.  Will be doing a similar class plan for each, working hip opening, core awakening & the theme of nourishing oneself.  Plan to post the tripartite lesson plan tomorrow, if it works out well!