The thing I love about hot yoga is that, like a good shower, if you need to cry no one really notices. There is so much sweat, smudged make up and expression of fortitude that no one would ever guess i was crying and not simply working really hard to stretch my hips in pigeon. I am desperately trying to get over my ego in terms of waterworks but somedays I just really hate for other to know that not all is in control in my life. I was having a pretty great, pretty lazy day but after a few postures that really get into opening the chest and hips I had had it. Folded over my bent front leg, my back leg extended behind me Ben Harper came on to the sound system. The song has a place in me that tugs at the heart strings every time. It stirs in me memories of my summers on the coast, the air ripe with blackberry and campfire, the sun warming the dock where I would lie on my back and listen to my boyish crushes strum this song on their guitars, vibrations in my head as I hummed along, ocean beneath me, clouds streaking the sky above. Folded there on my mat tonight I felt a longing for those days, those people, realizing what I have let slip from my life. I had a really good cry into my mat and as I did I could feel the tension ease out of my hips like melted butter. Sigh. good night.

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