I walked on the old path
On a cold night
It was like the first time.
The fervor of my first love
Tonight was the first time I shared practice with a couple of dear yogini-friends since the year started. I don’t know what made our experience immensely delightful. Could it be that we just badly missed one another after the long yoga-less holiday? Could it be the novelty of doing yoga outdoor, beside a pool, under the stars?
Or could it be the right combination of compassion and command? Could it be the discovery that you can do more…or you can do it right…or you still have a lot to learn? Could it be just being fully present in the moment? Whatever it was, I certainly felt “that thing” again, that which I had the very first time I did yoga and made me keep coming back…but which I have lost for a time. For a very long time.