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Grace Doran, Certified Yoga Instructor
The Simple Joys of Walking and Yoga
The joys of summer camp. I never went to summer camp as a kid, although there was one week of horse camp at Cherry Oaka when I was 9. Day camp, on Syrocco the wonder horse, aka an old milk wagon nag.
Omega was a wonderful, restorative week of walking and yoga. The campus is a former Jewish boys camp and is now a very yuppie inspired, earthy-crunchy, tree hugging, organic, well oiled machine. People are moved along in a gracious pattern of schedules and programs. The logistics are complicated, luggage delivery alone was a ballet, but there were no glitches along the way. There were options for folk who were not blending and melding with their chosen course of study.
Lee (who had visited one weekend) and I jumped in with both feet and tried lots of classes and entertainment offerings. Some were great, others not, some very funny. We did lots of people watching and speculating on their stories. We laughed a lot, ate a lot (mostly great organic/free range/home grown, with some ice cream thrown in for good measure), and learned a lot. Our teachers, Christopher and Karen were generous in sharing their knowledge and techniques, patient and able to modify and accommodate, and in fact, JOYFUL, and their jokes were funny. It was playful while teaching us how to take care of our joints!
We walked like puppies while making horse lips - odd, very odd.
We walked miles on the country roads and tromped through the woods.
The anatomy lessons were great, the Thai massage wondrous, the double wide, double mats moving quilt concept was comfy and non-restrictive. And when they finally found the air-conditioner switch, life was cooler.
Wild life abounds at Omega, deer, birds, wood chucks, and rabbits all visited us and showed no fear. Must be the good karmic energy.
I would go back, I would pack more changes of clothing, I would try more optional classes and unusual foods. I would buy more books, CDs, funky clothes.
It was a great reunion with Lee, my fellow yoga-bootcamp survivor. I met fascinating people, only one grumpy, mean spirit, who had professional issues. Had fun with three old soul funky nuns, met a contortionist and her husband the trapeze artist, and Kia the intuit, who I thought at first was Inuit as in Eskimo - long story.
My first week of real sleep away summer camp was a great success. Just made a lot of laundry!
Namaste
Grace
Omega was a wonderful, restorative week of walking and yoga. The campus is a former Jewish boys camp and is now a very yuppie inspired, earthy-crunchy, tree hugging, organic, well oiled machine. People are moved along in a gracious pattern of schedules and programs. The logistics are complicated, luggage delivery alone was a ballet, but there were no glitches along the way. There were options for folk who were not blending and melding with their chosen course of study.
Lee (who had visited one weekend) and I jumped in with both feet and tried lots of classes and entertainment offerings. Some were great, others not, some very funny. We did lots of people watching and speculating on their stories. We laughed a lot, ate a lot (mostly great organic/free range/home grown, with some ice cream thrown in for good measure), and learned a lot. Our teachers, Christopher and Karen were generous in sharing their knowledge and techniques, patient and able to modify and accommodate, and in fact, JOYFUL, and their jokes were funny. It was playful while teaching us how to take care of our joints!
We walked like puppies while making horse lips - odd, very odd.
We walked miles on the country roads and tromped through the woods.
The anatomy lessons were great, the Thai massage wondrous, the double wide, double mats moving quilt concept was comfy and non-restrictive. And when they finally found the air-conditioner switch, life was cooler.
Wild life abounds at Omega, deer, birds, wood chucks, and rabbits all visited us and showed no fear. Must be the good karmic energy.
I would go back, I would pack more changes of clothing, I would try more optional classes and unusual foods. I would buy more books, CDs, funky clothes.
It was a great reunion with Lee, my fellow yoga-bootcamp survivor. I met fascinating people, only one grumpy, mean spirit, who had professional issues. Had fun with three old soul funky nuns, met a contortionist and her husband the trapeze artist, and Kia the intuit, who I thought at first was Inuit as in Eskimo - long story.
My first week of real sleep away summer camp was a great success. Just made a lot of laundry!
Namaste
Grace
Comments:
Grace, What a wonderful experience. Thanks for sharing it. Do you have to take yoga boot camp before you can go to Omega? I can see how the air conditioning switch would be a good find. Especially if your yoga experience was last week!
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