About a week ago, I attended my first pre-natal yoga class. We started by rolling ourselves into a sharing circle and took turns describing our pregnancy experiences. Stories of puking, leg cramps, the creeping chill of panic as labour dates approached. So far so good.
Then we began the chanting portion of the class.It wasn’t the chanting itself that bothered me. I can respect a good chant, even if I can’t always bring myself to fully participate. It was the content that caught me off guard.