In. Out. My breath was loud in my ear while
sitting cross-legged on my mat. The warm, dim yoga room wrapped me
in comfort as sweat dripped from my brow and landed on my closed
eyelid. There was nothing on my mind but the hum of the breath, my
stretched muscles relaxed after the flex and pull of a vigorous
class. “In, out, let the breath flow and feel its presence within
the body.” The instructor’s voice was soft, putting me in a
trance. This is it, I thought. I’m finally getting
it. The yogis are right. This feeling is beyond
words. No description can do it justice.
