Last night, Daph and I attended a screening of the documentary "Planet Yoga". The film maker travelled all over North America and India filming yogis (people who practice yoga) while illustrating how they came to fall in love with yoga. It was a very sweet, positive and beautiful film, and the best part I think was that everyone practices yoga for different reasons, but they all indirectly linked back to a balance in one's life (at least that's what I got out of it). There was the man who did hot yoga to train his body, the instructor who helped a gentleman with 'locked-in syndrome' to be more in touch with the body he was no longer able to control, and the woman who shuttled between Nunavut, India and Nova Scotia and spent much of her time leading yoga sessions for young offenders and prison inmates. There was Dr. Bali, who was leading a group of breast cancer patients through yoga practice in an effort to help them increase their own healing abilities. This same Dr. Bali was the yoga instructor for the Montreal Canadians in the '70's.
PS: You want to know the sweetest scene in the entire movie? There is a woman who teaches yoga in San Fran. Clearly she's pretty open about people bringing their kids with them to class. When they were doing their relaxation poses, corpse pose, etc. one mom had her little boy, maybe 6, on her tummy for a cuddle while she relaxed, and he was giving her nice kisses on her cheek. It was just such a lovely moment, following a lovely yoga practice, laid-back enough that you could bring a 6 year old boy to class and no one would be bothered. I loved that!
