Oh my word, I need an antigravity yoga hammock immediately! I can’t think where I’d hang it, but I need one. I can just imagine climbing into the vast swoop of thin, slightly stretchy material whenever I’m having a bad moment and just lying there peacefully, rocking ever so slightly, until I reach enough of an emotional equilibrium to climb out and face the world again.
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Queen of the swingers, a yoga VIP
I would say it’s a shame that an anti-gravity yoga class isn’t solely lying in the hammock and meditating, but it’s not a shame: the class is a total hoot.