What Got Me To My First Yoga Class?
Two words – love and envy.
I fell in love with a man in 1994 whose emotional strength I greatly admired. He’d overcome alcoholism and survived the sudden death of a sibling, the suicide of another and a divorce. I wondered, ”How is he sane?” He took me to my first yoga class. As a former dancer I enjoyed flexibility that enabled me not to completely embarrass myself, but I have to admit – the yoga studio looked like a torture chamber! Bizarre wood contraptions lined up along the side of the room, and forbidding ropes hung from the walls and the ceiling. After he and I parted ways, I found I still yearned for him. I missed his fortitude. I discerned he got that from his yoga, and I wanted some of that. So, I walked into my second yoga class, and I fell in love again. Hard and deep!