My Account  |  Logout  |  Contact Us
If there are any weather cancellations 
you will find them here.

 

 



INTRODUCING THE THREE MINUTE EGG
.

Thanks to its unique ergonomic shape, the 3-MINUTE EGG offers a range of applications never before experienced in the ancient practice of Yoga.

On Wednesday October 24th, and Thursday October 25th,
Jason Scholder will be at ALL THAT MATTERS introducing his versatile and ergonomic yoga and fitness prop, the THREE MINUTE EGG.

Invented to provide a comfortable spinal stretch and alleviate back pain, the THREE MINUTE EGG has proven to be much more widely applicable than initially expected. Yoga teachers and physical therapists are finding endless news uses for the EGGS in working with their clients.

Be among the first to learn the power of the THREE MINUTE EGG, with private instruction from the inventor himself.

Here’s what people are saying about the THREE MINUTE EGG:

The THREE MINUTE EGG will change the way you do yoga. It is the ultimate body prop which brings much needed support for new yogis and invigors workouts for experienced ones.

Nearly every Yoga pose can be enhanced by use of the THREE MINUTE EGG. Restorative poses bring more blood flow to the organs, extended poses experience longer, healthier stretches, and traditional poses are held in better alignment.

Thanks to its unique ergonomic shape, the 3-MINUTE EGG offers a range of applications never before experienced in the ancient practice of Yoga.

THREE MINUTE EGG. It’s not just for breakfast anymore!

This article on Elsie's Yoga class was in the Providence Journal
For the Moment by Rita Lussier: Yoga’s tranquil language is a mind-bender
09/26/2007

Today is a beginning for me, not unlike kindergarten, complete with mats and pillows and blankets. I push open a door and catch a glimpse of a whole new world, a different way of thinking.
Credit my friend, Sharon, for inviting me here to All That Matters in Wakefield, for trying the beginner’s yoga class, first herself, and then letting me know she thinks I would like it, that it would be well worth my while.
Choosing a mat at the back of the room, I figure, could very well be the best move I make for the entire session. Not only am I inconspicuous, but as I soon find out, the wall behind me comes in very handy if — okay, make that when — I lose my balance.
Elsie, our instructor, stands at the front of the class, talking us through every movement, every breath, every stretch, every position. Her voice has a whimsical quality, soft in timbre and surprising in range.
As it turns out, her voice holds the key to my introduction to yoga. It’s not so much her instructions, which are specific, articulate and easy to follow. But what keeps echoing over and over again in my mind long after she says them are the words she is choosing to guide us, a curious counterpoint to the vocabulary of my everyday routine.
As your body allows…When you’re ready… If you feel
like it …
“This is not about performance,” Elsie says, as I sit on my mat, fold myself in half and try touching my head to my toes, even though it will only go as far as my knees. “It’s about practice.”
Maybe you can … As long as you’re comfortable … If you’d like …
While we’re stretching every muscle — and I do mean every muscle — Elsie is asking us to concentrate on our breath, the way we inhale, the way we exhale. Despite the fact that I must have been breathing all those years since I had children, my breath is something I haven’t thought about since, well, Lamaze class. Not that it did any good. But that’s a story for another time.
I take a lot of things about myself for granted. How every muscle, every bone, every cell work together every second of every day, just so I can exist. And yet, unless something goes wrong, I never give it another thought. Until now.
Awareness … Balance … Centering …
As we near the end of the class, we do something that I suspect I will be particularly good at. We lie down on our mats with our pillows and blankets. So far, so good. But then comes the meditation.
My body might be still, but my mind is racing. “I need to get air in my tires.” “When will the painters be done?” “What time am I supposed to pick up my daughter?” “Don’t forget we need Woolite.” “Did I leave water out for the dog?” “How can I stop thinking about these things?”
Practice … Not perform-
ance …
All too soon, we are getting up and getting ready to go back to our day, back to our lives, back to reality. I feel as though I’ve been on another planet, and now, all too quickly, I’ve got to function in this one.
You know. The planet where “Balance” means a washing machine with each pound of laundry carefully placed. Where “Awareness” has less to do with your breathing and everything to do with a gas gauge flashing EMPTY when you’re still five miles from the school. Where “If you feel like it” takes a distant back seat to, “If you don’t, you’re going to wish to God you had.” That planet.
I read once that yogis in India can make their heart rates slow right down just by saying the same word over and over again. I’m hoping there’s a word in yoga that could do that for my life. Maybe at the next class.
Rita Lussier can be reached at
ReetsAL@aol.com or by mail c/o Features Department, The Providence Journal, 75 Fountain St., Providence, RI 02902.
http://www.projo.com/lifebeat/content/RITA26_09-26-07_5B78IOR.1c219bd.html