When I was 16 years old, my first boyfriend broke up with me at a rock concert. We weren’t together long, even by teenage standards, and it wasn’t exactly a serious relationship, but my heart was nonetheless broken.
It was quite a shock for me to take my first yoga class, and truth be told, I didn’t appreciate it much.
Where were the mirrors? How would I know if I was doing the poses right? Without my body to look at, and my voice to listen to, how would I know my place in this practice?
This book, which had felt so spacious as a place for me to come and rest, was closing in on me. It was becoming a roiling frenzy, consuming my downtime and my thoughts, permeating my dreams when I slept.
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