Weekly Yoga Classes in Berkeley and Alameda
Mondays and Thursdays 12:00-1:30 pm, Level 1-3
In-Person in Studio A at The Yoga Room in South Berkeley
$20 single class | $95/5-Class Pass | $185/10-Class Pass
These Iyengar-style classes focus on lengthening and strengthening. By creating a stable foundation, we extend our spine and limbs, inviting more internal space for our organs to receive nourishment. By aligning our bodies with gravity, we release our weight to discover lightness of being and full-body breathing. Props are used to meet each individual where they are. You will leave class feeling both relaxed and awake, with a new sense of balance within.
These in-person classes are limited to 14 people.
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Mondays Somatic Yoga, 5:30-6:30 pm
In-Person at Svastha Yoga Hub on the West End of Alameda
Soma is a Greek word that means "living body in its wholeness." Somatic Yoga is a movement practice that focuses on feeling our living body from the inside. We do this by bringing our awareness to our breath and sensations as we move slowly through different poses, notice our shifting of weight, and bring our curiosity to the shapes we embody. Class will begin with breath awareness and slow, fluid movements to bring us into deeper contact with our sense of Self. The exercises will be intrinsically strengthening, like how a baby develops muscular tone gently over time. The class will include a long floor warm-up as well as a standing asana slow-flow practice in which we will bring our inner awareness and breath to each pose and transition. Class will end with a return to the floor, noticing the changes in how we are making contact with ourselves and our environment. Somatic Yoga will be a movement journey that guides you to experience the Fullness of You.
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Autobiography of a Yogi (Me)
Yoga has been one of my life companions. I remember the day we first met. It was 1997. I was 17 years old and on my regular weekend bike ride to Venice Beach to lose and find myself among the crowds of tourists, free spirits, muscle men, surfers, and artists. I was in search of something fresh to awaken myself to me. I had stopped in a coffee shop to use the restroom when I saw a flier on the community board. “Sivananda Yoga Urban Ashram - First class free.” At that time, I didn’t know what yoga was, but right then and there I knew it was for me. A few days later, I participated in my first class and at the end, lying in savasana, all my bodily cells were tingling with YES.
I dove in deep right away, attending several asana classes weekly, as well as hanging out at the ashram to learn about and practice meditation, vegetarian cooking, devotional chanting, yogic philosophy, and pranayama. I even spent three months over two summers living and working at the Sivananda Retreat Ashrams in Grass Valley and upstate New York.
Even though my relationship with yoga began with such intensity, Life led me down many avenues over the next 21 years, and while my love of Movement and Spirituality stayed consistent, my yoga practice would ebb and flow.
It wasn’t until I was 38 years old, after I had earned a double bachelor’s degree in Dance and Religion, gotten married, became a First Grade school teacher, gave birth to my son, and dove deep into the study of Qigong, that the urge to practice yoga re-emerged with a similar intensity that it first arrived.
I remember the day. I was doing hands-on qigong healing with a beloved yogi friend. She had recently been in a terrible accident where she was hit by a car when she was crossing the street. While working with her, my hands had the honor of feeling her Being work miracles to restore her tissues. Life was reorganizing itself. The chaos that had been inflicted upon her body was loosening and healing on its own beneath my hands. It was clear to me that the exquisite intelligence of her being was informed and empowered by her many years of yoga practice. This experience made a profound impression on me.
A few weeks later, I was on the phone with Gay White, the director of The Yoga Room in Berkeley, discussing the possibility of joining the Advanced Studies Program. My life companion called Yoga was back!
Yoga has been one of my life companions. I remember the day we first met. It was 1997. I was 17 years old and on my regular weekend bike ride to Venice Beach to lose and find myself among the crowds of tourists, free spirits, muscle men, surfers, and artists. I was in search of something fresh to awaken myself to me. I had stopped in a coffee shop to use the restroom when I saw a flier on the community board. “Sivananda Yoga Urban Ashram - First class free.” At that time, I didn’t know what yoga was, but right then and there I knew it was for me. A few days later, I participated in my first class and at the end, lying in savasana, all my bodily cells were tingling with YES.
I dove in deep right away, attending several asana classes weekly, as well as hanging out at the ashram to learn about and practice meditation, vegetarian cooking, devotional chanting, yogic philosophy, and pranayama. I even spent three months over two summers living and working at the Sivananda Retreat Ashrams in Grass Valley and upstate New York.
Even though my relationship with yoga began with such intensity, Life led me down many avenues over the next 21 years, and while my love of Movement and Spirituality stayed consistent, my yoga practice would ebb and flow.
It wasn’t until I was 38 years old, after I had earned a double bachelor’s degree in Dance and Religion, gotten married, became a First Grade school teacher, gave birth to my son, and dove deep into the study of Qigong, that the urge to practice yoga re-emerged with a similar intensity that it first arrived.
I remember the day. I was doing hands-on qigong healing with a beloved yogi friend. She had recently been in a terrible accident where she was hit by a car when she was crossing the street. While working with her, my hands had the honor of feeling her Being work miracles to restore her tissues. Life was reorganizing itself. The chaos that had been inflicted upon her body was loosening and healing on its own beneath my hands. It was clear to me that the exquisite intelligence of her being was informed and empowered by her many years of yoga practice. This experience made a profound impression on me.
A few weeks later, I was on the phone with Gay White, the director of The Yoga Room in Berkeley, discussing the possibility of joining the Advanced Studies Program. My life companion called Yoga was back!