Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Oh God

There is a God and her name is Mary. Mary the yogi. I left the massive full moon and the palm trees and the purple mountain majesty behind and met all my yoga peeps in the sanctuary tonight. The candles glowing in the dark room, the Asian/Indiany music, the soft words telling us how wonderful we are and that we are all exactly where we need to be, that we have enough, we give enough, we are enough would make anybody a true believer. Then Mary, who is always giving, giving, giving, gave some more. She passed out our holiday gifts (do you get gifts from your yoga teacher? I think not), raffia-wrapped, lavender scented eye pillows for our "orbits" that I planted right on my face for our last pose. Intoxicating.

1 comment:

  1. oh i wish i lived closer. id totally stalk you and mary...does she have any good yoga recommendations in my neck of the woods?