Last Friday I went overboard.
Faced a fear and lived to tell!
I consider my yoga mat a safe haven.
Like a Kindergartener who pulls out a mat during rest period, I am content to arrive at yoga, take my mat from the shelf, unroll it, and step to it.
My mat is longer than my body and less than a yard wide. And, best of all, it is purple, my favorite color since Kindergarten days.
The yoga practice takes place 100 percent on the mat. One yogi, one mat. Some classes can be so crowded that a person might be only inches from a neighbor, but each one’s mat honors a personal space.
The yoga mat is home to every student and to every asana.Read More