i’ve been writing this post since 8pm this evening. “but…you were in yoga at 8pm,” you proclaim. well yes. many posts have been written started on my yoga mat, but few make it through to completion (much less any typing at all). i decided that tonight, i should complete a yoga-inspired post for once.

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i wasn’t going to go to yoga. i was SO close to not going that i even had a beer with my co-workers, but i exercised restraint (OMG!) and went to yoga despite my body’s resistance.

go towards the resistance. embrace the resistance.

yoga practice was hard, but amazing all at the same time. i had already convinced myself to take it easy. i haven’t been to yoga in 1.5 weeks, which means my body is a little out of rhythm. steve (the owner of the studio i go to) taught the class. he’s an older man (maybe in his 50s), but you can tell he’s been doing yoga for a while–we’ll just say, very well built. like most yoga teachers, he had a certain air about him. he was an instructor (physical) and a guide (spiritual). (from a woman’s point of view) it’s very interesting to get that kind of a feeling from a man.

practice ended. my weight melted into the mat. embrace the non-resistance.

my soul is cleansed. my energy is more pure than it was when i left work. and i feel enlightened once more. waxing poetic. tonight, i was the entire universe and nothing, all at the same time.

namaste.

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