As a resident of California, I’m no stranger to the mystical and calming benefits of cannabis. Time and time again, cannabis has saved me from opting for sleeping pills or anxiety medication, since its naturally healing properties are more than enough to quell my innately nervous personality. However, yoga is another story. While I’m not a total yoga-newbie (I am from Los Angeles, after all), it’s never been an activity I’ve committed to for the long haul. The majority of my experience with yoga lies in haphazardly following along to YouTube instructional videos during lazy Sunday afternoons. However, when I was invited to try cannabis-infused yoga, a yoga class in which cannabis is a central feature, there was absolutely no way I could pass on the opportunity. Although I had no idea what to expect, I’m here to report that the experience was downright euphoric.
The class is called Bend and Blaze, and it was held in a ridiculously beautiful mansion in the tangle of tightly woven residential streets that is Beverly Hills. If I’m being truthful here, the neighborhood and the home itself were goals AF. Sleek, modern, and private on the outside, I was surprised to discover that the class would be situated in its vast backyard, where a shimmering swimming pool and an expansive panoramic view of LA wrapped around a cluster of yoga mats.
OK, so clearly this was going to be a way more luxurious yoga experience than whatever I’ve been doing in my living room. As I made my way through a crowd of young journalists, each with eyes all lit up by the astonishing situation that they, like me, had found themselves in, I only grew more and more intrigued by the moment.
Not only was there a table full of fruit, pastries, cans of matcha tea, and cannabis-infused mango water (you read that correctly), there were also these black hexagonal boxes sitting at the top of each yoga mat. Once I shamelessly took a peek at the box’s contents as though I was 5 years old again, tearing inconspicuous holes in the Christmas presents my mother tried to hide from me, I’m sure my jaw literally dropped to the floor.
Inside was an array of various cannabis products, and I had a hopeful inkling that they were all for me. There was a Pure vape pen, cannabis tincture, cannabis oil, and everything a girl with a weed-loving heart could ask for. Printed on the box were the words “Lucky Box Club,” and I instantly felt like I had been recruited by a secret marijuana society. But, you know what? I was totallyon board.
After gathering my bearings, I glanced over to see a young woman confidently lighting a bright pink joint with a golden filter. “I’m just getting everything started, you guys,” she said while smiling, right before taking a drag from the coolest joint I had ever seen in my life. Blending right in with the group of young 20-somethings, she had to walk all the way to the front of the yoga mats before I realized who she was.
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Published: August 07, 2018
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