Went to my regular Monday night yoga class today. Because of my son's hockey practice, I had to leave early, but didn't think much of it until I was getting ready for Shava-asana, and and realized it was time to go.
I felt totally robbed of the last 10 minutes; I've really come to appreciate this pose over the years.
I remember my very first encounter with this pose. I was in high school, lying on the cold gym floor, and listening to the teacher instructing the students to "envision ourselves in a positive environment". To me, it felt like torture and I was becoming very restless . The more I tried to concentrate the more my mind would wonder off. I remember thinking "what a bunch of baloney". 26 years later and I still remember it like yesterday!
I have since come to enjoy yoga; it didn't happen overnight but slowly over time. Shava-asana is a resting pose and I really shouldn't fall asleep during the pose, but I have. (more than once)
I've never been one to fall asleep on the sofa, or drift off in the afternoon for a nap. I'm a "do-er", and rarely sit still, so for me to lay flat on the hardwood floor and fall asleep; It's nothing short of amazing.