Spatially inconsistent has been the feeling and action of late. Someone you don’t want proxy with gets a smidget too close; someone you do want in the personal zone, is farrrrrr awayyyyyyyyy. And then recently, I had my first intentional embrace after months without…
There wasn’t a crescendo of fireworks, nor immediate calls to sanitize. It just was. A moment with the interconnectivity of me, of you, of breath, of space, of bodies; watching them dance in the symbiotic flow. It was just… yoga.
Now. The teachings of Yoga.
1.1 Sutra
roadside yogi 