Have you heard about or tried doing The Concrete Savasana?
Nobody seems to want to join me in this practice.
The best part of class for me is to leave the room at the end and go outside in all kinds of weather to really cool off. I get a nice Savasana across the way laying on the cold and yes, hard concrete in the morning sunlight….the cool concrete and light breeze with the warm morning sun is a wonderful Savasana.
This one morning I apparently did look passed out as a passing car stopped, rolled down his window and asked, “Hey, buddy, you alright? You’re not dying are you?” I replied, “Well actually, I am doing the Dead Corpse Pose. It’s called Savasana, the dead corpse pose and if you thought I was dying out here, you are partially right. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing right now!” He rolled up his window and raced away.
One day a woman who saw me prone on the concrete came by and bent down to whisper in my ear, “You are ok, aren’t you?” As if she thought that if I was dying, by whispering in my ear I might be able to hear her better! I gave her the ok sign with my circled thumb and index finger – good thing it was the ok sign only. Actually, it’s a good thing people are being good Samaritans rather than leaving me there.
Another morning I was outside in my spot in dead corpse and a local walking her dog came...The dog turned on me and started barking up a storm totally freaking me out of my savasana. I snapped my head up from my fear of being attacked. For some reason I wasn’t a friend in her dog's mind. Perhaps with all my sweat I smelled like dead meat and he thought he had me. Whatever, that was not the way anyone would like to be awakened from their dead corpse Savasana.
Then recently, an old man walks up and announces “Hey son, I’ll bet that hard concrete is like laying on a bed of nails!” I looked up at him, he smiled and continued onward. Upon further reflection, I don’t know which is harder, concrete or nails. After reflecting on my concrete savasana experience I realize the concrete isn’t hard to me anymore. I’m comfortable laying on it. I like laying on it now and don’t even think how hard it surely is. I’m focused on the coolness not the hardness. Like the heat in the room goes away on the rare occasion when I’m focused on relaxing and my breath rather than the heat.
Interesting though is that it seems when I truly go into a deep savasana is when passersby will stop to ask if “I’m ok?” I think it’s uncanny that when I’m in corpse and gone is when they ask “Are you ok?”