It’s nice to be back in this space with you again,
As if putting on an old t shirt and shorts
Feeling the soft fabric against my body, threadbare, familiar.
A space that is so familiar, I can see it with my eyes closed.
Today I stepped back in,
Took my seat in the circle
and closed my eyes.
Widening my field so I could feel you, feel all of you doing the same. Setting our intention to commune –
To commune with our bodies, our breath, each other.
We have all been here before – in this holy place we call yoga.
Yoga – to yoke – to bring the two together – to churn the many into the one.
As we chanted together in our own living rooms,
I transcended to a locus where we were sitting together – chanting.
My voice became our voices.
My intention joined your intention until the “my” and “your” slipped away and all that was left was the one.
A poem I wrote this morning after the yoga practice – it’s nice to be back in ytt (yoga teacher training) with you,
Clara
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