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.
College campuses.
Ne…