Want to Stop Head Traffic This Weekend?
Leave your shoes at the door.
Buenos Dias,
A quick note to you before I head to my 9:30 Hot Yoga Class, a non-negotiable on my weekly calendar. I do it to sweat out the toxins of the week, slow my mind down, and get in a weekend frame of mind.
I’ve actually been doing hot yoga for years and have had my fair share of classes and teachers. Most give my body just what it needs and slow down traffic in the super highway I call my brain.
If I’m lucky, some classes lead to divine inspiration or, at the very least, give me the mental space to work out a problem.
However, some classes stick in my mind like gum in an 8-year-old’s hair. But I don’t remember these classes because I mastered a pose or achieved nirvana.
Yoga classes become memorable when messages from teachers or students in class hit me right in the heart chakra. 🧘🏻♀️
And that’s exactly what happened a couple of years back when a cool yogi from Poland guest-taught at my studio.
First, I'm not sure if it’s just me, but don’t messages sound more profound when the messenger has a cool accent? Like Tomask, the yogi from Poland, who started the class with some food for thought that I’ll never forget: