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| Barefoot at Home |
The mat traveled with me to several different classes, visited studios in New York City and on Long Island. It survived post-Sandy construction. It was my Ashtanga,Vinyasa, and slow flow partner. Just when we were getting used to our newly re-finished floor (see picture), I rolled her up and took her to Boston.
All the other mats in my closet were jealous, but it was barefoot's turn. How a mat holds up
matters. What it is made of matters: no heavy metals, phthalates, latex. Who
wants that between the earth and the body?
Barefoot at night. Boston, river, lights, 10,000 writers at the conference next door, AWP 2013.
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| Barefoot at Night in Boston |
Last night, my mat and I saluted the moon. Our first night in Boston in final relaxation with Barefoot's matching eye pillow: silk, flax seed, lavender, evening bliss.
In the morning, the ground is white. More flurries, more Northeastern storms. Yoga in snow.
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| Barefoot in Snow |
Something about
being above the earth, like clouds makes me feel safe.
I eat crunchy peanut butter and
crackers in my room to off-set the price of staying at the top floor of the
conference hotel with sweeping city views. We still feel glamorous.
This mat is the Yin and Yang of
writing and yoga, morning and night, peanut butter and sweeping views.
At night, city energy is softened
by the warmth of the room and rhythmic movement of cars below. In daylight,
snow erases the view, causes me to look inward.
It is perfection, this balance.
- Find Barefoot Yoga here or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Barefootyoga.
- Read about the AWP 2013 Writer's Conference Here.
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