Today, I ran into an old friend and student at the west Philly studio…
She remembers the circumstances of her first class, ‘like you remember where you were when somebody died….I was upstairs…in the back row…and I thought to myself, “these people are NUTS!”…So of course, I ended up loving them.’
Last time we talked, we were both having a bad day, and we agreed–then and now–that taking practice always helps.
The heat, the intensity…and in this case, the music…combine to create catharsis. And catharsis clears our minds. ‘I had tried other styles of yoga, but I always got ANTSY. I couldn’t concentrate. This was different.’
‘The whole first year, I was really sad. I still struggle with that, but it’s so much better.’
She’s in the shallow end of her sadness now. Before, she was over her head, swallowed whole in the deep end. Now, there’s more distance, more perspective…life and all of its accompanying turbulence has become manageable.
Megan LvR 