I found my flow tonight in the incense-filled attic of an old house surrounded by 7 viejas.
I went to my first yoga class and was surprised to be greeted by 7 aging women. I guess i thought flexibility and flow was reserved for the young.
But throughout the hour long yoga session we did much less flexing and much more flowing. We let our arms flow, our legs flow and our breath flow until finally our thoughts flowed as well.
And i walked home smiling for the first time since I got here. It is not that i haven't been happy walking home here; it is just that the happiness didn't rise to my cheeks. it always stayed heavy in my heart; a good feeling of deep happiness.
But tonight the happiness was light and flowed throughout my entire body, lifting my cheeks in an irresistible smile.
Yoga class is like therapy with my grandma. And i will so be back next week.
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I'm happy that you're happy. :)
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