Yoga Love
After nearly a month of absence, I returned to yoga Saturday morning. Friday night, with a long, holiday weekend ahead, I excitedly told my husband that I couldn’t wait to get back to the mat. When Saturday morning rolled around, I lazed on the couch, had a third cup of coffee, facebooked and did everything else to indicate I had no plans, at all, of walking the four blocks to the studio to practice the yoga I’ve missed. Finally, with the clock winding down, my love reminded me of how much I loved yoga, and of my plans to practice it that morning. He was right. I quickly dressed and headed out the door to welcome whatever the experience might bring. I’m so glad I did. The studio was crowded. Mats were pulled and pushed...
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