Yogaphoria

You know you are having a good yoga class when you are able to clear out all of your thoughts and all that is left is a sensation akin to excellent sex, the kind you feel all over. My absolute favorite yoga teacher - GuruMama - is brilliant. She knows all about varied types of yoga, how it will make you feel, anatomy, and emotions. She knows how to get me feeling like I am important, I am strong, and I can do some cool things with my body.

If I sound a bit over-the-top, it's because I am. The class put me into a clear euphoria. We started with a type of yoga where you do some repeated movements with your arms and basically you continue past the point at which you think you will have to stop. I have always loved it when people have told me to try harder. It is a comfort to me, a hand on my shoulder leading me to my best self. Since I know GuruMama well, I know that she insists that people listen to their own bodies and minds. So it was my choice, and it felt like someone had spiked my blood with a bit of something extra.

What a phenomenal world: one great teacher can bring profound happiness. Who would have thought a few months ago that I could feel this good? I dunno how long it will last, but it's super right now.

Off to contemplate my wonderfulness-