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Cold Yoga


 Last night, eleven of us gathered for yoga. A cold night is the time to welcome a warm class. But I walked into the studio and the heater wasn’t working. 

Broken. 
Now what? 
It’s an old building. Sometimes, this is how it is. 
Still…a chilly space isn’t even close to ideal for yoga. So, when people arrived at class, I offered, “would you like to cancel class and wait til the heater is fixed?”
No one left. Not one. 
Instead, they wore coats and warmed blankets next to space heaters. They joked about “cold yoga” vs “hot yoga.” They shuffled their mats around so they could share the warmer spots with one another. 
And they practiced yoga. 
This is how it goes in my classes. It is never perfect…but it always is what it is without much struggle. 
It is…
Letting go of expectations. 
Having a different perspective.
It is going with the flow in a balanced manner. 
Mostly, yoga in my humble studio is about the yogis who gather each week and show up on their mat with grace and dedication. 
I learn a lot from them. 
Last night was one of the truest yoga classes we’ve had at our studio. 
Because last night was about uniting. 
Not just mind, body and breath. 
But uniting together…
on a cold winter night,
in a room full of warm hearts. 
Uniting together. 
What yoga is.
Namaste my friends

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