As 20 yoga students file into a small, confined studio, only two of them are men. In a discipline mainly practiced by women, The Fold’s Henry Kerali wonders why so few men take to yoga.
You’ll see a familiar face in the back here (mine). Of course a clip was used where I’m losing my balance and wiping sweat from my hands.
That had to be the ONLY time I ever did that.
so it’s really hitting home today that i married a boston person.
red sox fans = the most insufferable.
but look at this photo of a young dan and his homemade red sox shirt. i die.
the sweatpants are pulled up so high and it brings tears to my eyes.
I can live without my biceps. I can live without the giant quadriceps on the front of my thigh. But, I cannot — repeat, cannot — live without a diaphragm. Without even noticing, we breathe on average 20,000 times per day. That’s over 8 million breaths per year. Hold up. That’s huge! If we really got it, folks wouldn’t come to yoga class complaining about tight hamstrings and wanting to touch their toes, they’d say, “Can you help me stretch my diaphragm? I want to breathe more efficiently so I can live longer.The Diaphragm Is A Muscle – Stretch And Strengthen It (YogaDork)
[Scientists] found that emotionally charged writing activated areas of the brain which are known to respond to music. Predominantly on the right side, these regions had previously been shown to give rise to the “shivers down the spine” feeling caused by an emotional response to music. The researchers found that when study participants read one of their favorite passages of poetry, regions of the brain associated with memory were stimulated more strongly than “reading areas.” This suggests that reading a favorite passage is like a recollection. When the team specifically compared poetry to prose, they found evidence that poetry activates brain regions associated with introspection – such as the posterior cingulate cortex and medial temporal lobes.Study finds that poetry enchants the brain much like music does. Cue in Edna St. Vincent Millay, who famously exclaimed, “Without music I should wish to die. Even poetry, Sweet Patron Muse forgive me the words, is not what music is.” (via explore-blog)