Truly. And that is why I sit here, sweaty yoga outfit and all; trust me that shower is calling my name. But what is more to me, is the day that I just finished. Honestly, I'm not sure where to start, and I can already promise that more is to come later, but I must touch on the yoga class I just return from. I've been in various classes where I've witness a yogi moving through their emotions, so much, that tears litterally fall from their eyes, and movement, connection of body, breath and soul, over rules the will-power that they've been battling up until that point to hold it all back. Each time I'm present to this, I'm a mix of reactions. I'm envious, I'm curious, and I want to be there for them right then. Tonight (as well as earlier today, more on that later) I was that yogini. Not only were there tears, there was a grin, pouring out from my heart, radiating through my veins, my skin and my entire body, wakening up my cheeks and sending a light that I could literaly feel from my eyes. This was my reaction to a class led by Nicki Doane, her husband Eddie Modestini, and Michael Franti, who I can not even begin to say enough about. This was my first experience with Nicki and her husband, and what great partners in practicing and sharing the practice of yoga. Being in the room of 300 yogis, and with these yogis sharing the magical gift of Michael Franti's music and words, was a gift in itself, and completed the day for me that I will forever remember. Today I was moved. I felt the single tie and connection that bonded everyone on their mats, together. Holding a strangers hand, reaching over for a much needed hug (both needed to be given and needed to be received), and smiling with the warmest tears of my heart running down my cheeks while resting and restoring in savasana, were all remarkably moving moments and highlights of a day gone down in history.
More to come later, I promise.
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