I’m back to napping again, almost daily. The need hits mid-afternoon and/or early evening. Unlike the napping in those early days, I can resist the urge and soldier through the fatigue, but it’s much more pleasant to give in.
I went to a yin yoga class with a new teacher. Her voice is calming. The room was so warm. So, yes, during those three-minute poses held in a reclined position, I napped. It got to the point where I would move to the next position and fall right back into the zone. In a few poses, I started dreaming, which I know because I heard dialogue that was interrupted by the teacher’s instruction to move on to the next pose. It stopped being sleeping-while-practicing-yoga and more like sleepwalking, only doing yoga instead of walking. How inappropriate, but how nice. I got my nap and stretched my hips, too.
We’re not supposed to sleep in yoga or meditation. But I like to think that I can break those rules. If I slept, it was probably because I needed to. I’m not sure why I’m sleeping so much lately. It could be the bodywork (acupuncture one week, followed by a massage). It could be the accumulated insomnia. It could be the increase in exercise (as modest as it is). I don’t need to pinpoint the cause. I need to nap. I nap. I’m pretty sure this has something to do with healing.