As you put your shoes back on wondering how often the floor in the studio is washed, hoping you didn’t catch some foot fungus or worse, you feel something new. When you reach outside and breathe in the fresh air, you notice something is different. You’re not sure what. Maybe it’s just a ...
To be honest, my friend, I’ve been starting to feel a little lonely in Yoga. Everyone’s on their mat, pretending not to see each other. Fidgeting with their Manduka mat. Confined like yogis sitting on their mat-islands. Lonely but safe. Safe but lonely.