#yoga for tension

[hanzajesthanza]

the headcanon that regis can hang from the ceiling to sleep or rest like a bat is funny on its own, but when i consider geralt and others in the hanza holding conversations with him like this, it’s made better by my understanding of this as just an advanced “neurodivergent sitting” technique

[jazzums]

i ache from working 11 hours today and the only thing that ails me is twisting my body into a pretzel

[dilfkuza]

in a perfect world where Kiryu got to go home to his family, i think he would try to do activities with Haruka to make up for lost time. but instead of straight out asking her what she wants to do i think he'd just try to guess and they'd end up doing a bunch of weird classes together.

they're taking a cooking class where Haruka is in charge of the stove. she remembers the meals he made and doesn't trust him not to burn it, he's staring at the instructions trying to figure out what "stiff peaks form" means.

they're going to yoga; she's doing just fine and honestly needs the stretching after taking care of Haruto. Kiryu is extremely stiff but can do a full back bend and will not explain how or why.

painting class goes about as well as you'd expect. Kiryu has what can be generously called abstract art, but Haruka made something they could proudly hang on the wall.

he's trying his best to try and make up for being gone, and everyone can tell. Haruka likes the classes, but she likes going to the park and watching him play with Haruto even better.

[circusclownproductions]

my body is so determined to be in pain

[rook-of-the-woods]

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[martin-james2121]

5 Yoga Poses That Can Help You Deal With Anxiety

Incorporating some yoga poses into your routine can provide powerful support for managing anxiety. Try to practice these poses regularly, even if it’s just for a few minutes each day. With consistent practice, yoga can become a valuable tool for dealing with anxiety and embracing a calmer, more grounded life.

Check out this list of these yoga poses that can help ease anxiety and bring a sense of calm – 

1.  Child’s Pose (Balasana)

Child’s Pose is a gentle, grounding posture that allows you to surrender and let go. By stretching the back and calming the mind, it can help ease feelings of anxiety and stress.

How to do it – Kneel on the mat, sit back on your heels, and reach your arms forward as you fold over your thighs. Rest your forehead on the mat, and breathe deeply. Feel the release of tension in your back and shoulders as you settle into this pose.

Benefits – Calms the mind, relieves lower back tension, and helps focus on breath.

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[heal-well-blog]

Explore the benefits of starting a home yoga practice for mental clarity and physical flexibility. Learn how yoga can improve both your mind and body at home.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

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[lady-silver-ice]

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[cassie-reader]

Yoga

“It isn’t that hard, Can.” With my hand lightly on his metal arm, I looked up into his steel blue eyes. When I had first met him, they were dark and haunted, now they were soft and gentle as he dipped his chin, head tilted slightly. Though his face was stern, I relished the softness in his gaze. “You can lift as much as you want, but it won’t do much. Besides,” I tilted my head as I looked at him through my eye lashes, “It helps to prevent injuries.”

“Darlin’.” He shook his head as his sonorous laugh engulfed the empty, isolating room. “I’m not flexible. I can’t even close my arms fully to my sides.” Demonstrating, he falled to fully close the gap between his arm and his side, the muscle refusing.

“We all have that natural ability, Can-Can. You just have to do a little practice after so long being a brick of muscle.” Placing my hands on my hips, I removed my contact from him, his eyes following my hand as it moved from him.

His touch darted out to wet his lips as he apprised me, seeming to take in every aspect of my expression as though he was hoping to read my mind. “You just want to prove you’re better than me in an area of physical activity.”

“Maybe,” I grinned, my tongue wetting my lips as I unwillingly copied his movements. “Or perhaps, I just don’t want to see you get hurt, Buchanan. I kind of like having you around.” My gaze flickered to his lips as a lopsided grin spread across his face. “Who else is supposed to scare assholes over the phone for me?”

“Well, now, I can’t deprive you of hearing about the steps to bake a cake in Russian, now can I?” He stretched his flesh hand as the knuckle of his finger brushed against my forearm for a split second. “That would be very cruel and unusual punishment of me.”

His tongue wet his lips as I gasped. “That’s what you were saying?” Laughter bubbled up my throat, dancing on my tongue as I copied him, face feeling unusually warm. “Does this mean you know how to bake? I should make you do all of the cooking from here on out.”

When his gaze moved over my head, focusing on a point behind me, my eyes fell to his lips again. Curiosity curling around my thoughts like an incessant cat, demanding my attention and willing to trip me if I ignored it. What would his lips feel like against mine? As his tongue followed the lines of his lips, all I could think about was how soft they look; how warm they would be as they moved against my skin. Would his lips move softly, or would they demand my attention? Would it feel as good as it did in my dream to brush my fingers across the curve of his jaw, over the stubble darkening his chin? Would he push me away or would his goofy, lopsided grin make me forget where we were, what circumstances we were in? If I kissed him in my apartment, would he pull me onto his lap and wrap his arms around me listening with the same intensity to my problems as he always had? Would he replace his advice with gentle kisses along my jaw, my neck, my face until I couldn’t think about what every irrational thing bothered me before telling me what he knew would calm my fears as he covered my face, arms, hands, shoulders in kisses?

Or would he pull away from my skin, too overwhelmed as memories of the nightmares that plague him?

Would I pull away from his hands on my hips, only able to feel the bruises my ex imprinted into my skin the night I met Can?

“What is it?” Moving my gaze from his lips, I followed his eyes to the stained window behind me.

“A bird.” When he turned his attention back to me, his steel blue eyes felt too intense as they held my dark ones prisoner, searching for something. His lips were slightly parted with the grin of a man who had gotten exactly what he wanted as his eye flickered between mine, seeming to have read my thoughts. I waited for him to smile, a warm and brilliant one, breaking the tension that had grown in the moments I suggested teaching him yoga. I was unsure why my lips had parted, as though in response to his.

“What kind of bird?” I inquired, uncertain in the atmosphere that had been slowly building.

“A hummingbird.” His voice had deepened and his body seemed to be leaning towards mine.

I may be naive, but I have spent enough years analysing body language to know what was happening. It may seem entirely ridiculous and unlikely to me, but if we stayed on the trajectory we were on, this conversation would end with a kiss. The question wasn’t if he was willing to kiss me. The question was if I was willing to risk destroying our friendship over something so silly. Had my dreams of late been filled with images of him, of pulling me closer to kiss my forehead with a soft yet cocky murmur before pulling away, his eyes alive and dancing; and I would laugh, pushing him just hard enough to move him before pulling him in for a kiss; our lips meeting with a laugh as I entwined our fingers? Were my thoughts begging me to feel how soft his lips were? To press my hand against his toned chest, allowing his arms to wrap around me? Did everything in me desire to feel his kiss?

Yes.

But was I willing to lose him?

No.

“Can?” My voice sounded breathless as I blinked up at him.

“Hmm?” His hum rolled through my chest, low and as soothing as a cats purr. Though, it was having the opposite effect at the moment.

“Yoga?” Was all that could escape as my gaze fell to his lips, before I dragged them back up to his eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Should we-- um--” I rubbed my neck, my face flushing as he wetted his parted lips. “Yoga?”

[cardiffhypnotherapy]

What are your favourite stretches?

[ffincher]

my body still hasnt recoverd from my parents visiting, im still in constant fight or flight :( i can barely breathe past my throat

[devsquared]

Alexander Technique is so strangely taught. Every book is like reading someone's book of shadows that they don't know is their book of shadows. Like 1/3 of it will be a straight-forward, desert-dry tension-reduction-by-attention-and-habit-modification manual, 1/3 will be a grift-flavoured advert for obviously endless expensive tutelage, and the final 1/3 is a prescriptivist cult recruitment pamphlet for the author's specific denomination, and their rituals and pseudo-scientific rationalisations

[lissafaye]

When I fall off doing things that make me feel good, like yoga, I feel so embarrassed trying to pick it back up. Even in the privacy of my own home. I have this odd crippling fear of being bad at something that’s honestly only for me. No one is ever going to see me do yoga, it’s something just for me. But I put it off and make it harder on myself when I do actually pick it back up. All that being said, it’s day 20 of doing yoga every day and I feel so much better. Less tense, more relaxed. Now watch me relearn this lesson again next year.

[selling-words]

10 Best Yoga Poses for Back Relief

Yoga offers a holistic approach to back relief by combining physical movement, breathing, and mindfulness.

Yoga, an ancient practice that combines physical postures, breathing techniques, and meditation, has gained immense popularity for its numerous health benefits. One of the most sought-after advantages of yoga is its ability to provide relief from back pain. Whether you’re dealing with chronic discomfort or occasional stiffness, incorporating specific yoga poses into your daily routine can…