yoga loft

i visited a new yoga studio yesterday and loved it.  loved it for so many reasons but just to name a few...

the coral-colored building nestled on a side street just minutes from my house - who knew summerville had yoga!  early-spring fresh air wafting in and out of all the open doors and windows.  birch hardwood floors.  late afternoon sun peaking through the bamboo shades.  an instructor adept in comfortably adjusting my poses and sweet whisperings that i am "extremely flexible" - a tactic to encourage me into a deeper pose, i'm sure. it worked.  lavender scented eye pillows.  a practice filled with humor - a challenge when you've been squatting in and out of "warrior" poses for 15 minutes.

i could go on and on but, the thing i loved the absolute most...

the eighty-four year old woman on the mat next to me.  let the number fool you not - she was the most experienced and limber student in the class of 10.  she shared that her practice has extended throughout most of her life.  which i realized on my ride home was long before yoga was the trendy thing to do.  two words: awe inspired.