The tenth yoga
When you get over the outrage, the disappointment, there is this … relief.
This week, I returned to yoga. In a classroom.
The teacher is new to me but in yoga years, she is ancient. 78. A month out of knee surgery.
She shouts at her students. "Lengthen that spine! What are you doing? Lift that heel off the floor."
I love her.
She believes in my body. She has not given up on me.
Each night, I dream of mysteries.
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