I went to my Thursday night yoga class this evening. I look forward to this class every week and miss it in many ways when I don't get there. This is my hour to turn off all the thoughts that are usually racing through my mind. This is my hour to think about nothing but inhaling and exhaling. This is my hour to bend, twist and turn as much as possible to cleanse my body of toxins as the beads of sweat trickle down my face all the way to my toes. This is my hour.
The room was hot, humid, dark and still. Although there were many people in the room it was silent. I unrolled my mat, straighted the towel and laid down facing the ceiling. I finished the class not really sure how I felt about it, it was a hard work out and I knew I wasn't doing the postures quite right but I went back a few more times. That was back in February 2009 and while it was touch and go to start I am beginning to find out what yoga is really all about. If you go or have gone then you know what I am talking about. If you haven't tried it, give it a shot and go for a few sessions, you might be pleasantly surprised.