My local yoga studio just closed. I’ve known the day was coming, as much as I’ve tried not to think about it. I’ve become used to rolling out of bed at nine on a Saturday morning, throwing on appropriate garments (not too loose, not too tight), inhaling a cup of coffee, grabbing my yoga mat, and making it to the nine thirty class in time to be seated in proper cross-legged position (shins parallel, hips higher than knees) for the opening chant.
I’ve become used to the way my body feels walking home from class, looser and lighter and more solid (in a loose, lightweight way), too. I’ve wondered what’s next, if I’ll ever find a studio so convenient, a teacher so wonderful, a community so beloved. [Read more…]