We have a great yoga class here most Saturday mornings and today dawned nice and cool and with perhaps a hint of rain. But we had coffee and cleared the deck and with the humidity the bugs came and as the class progressed the sweat started down my face in Warrior 1 pose in which I am reminded the strength of the warrior and that I am strong and can hold this pose and as we rested finally on the mat the rain starts very lightly, almost indistinguishable from the sweat but nicer and cooler and fresh and we each get inside what can’t get wet while we also struggle with bow pose (”lift yourself a little higher”) and then realize that we can move to under the tree and not get wet at all. And of course during Savasana the low rumble of thunder let us know that the storm would come, which it did soon after our closing om. What an amazing class.
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