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“Sure, you can use the room.”
“By myself? For an hour?”
It’s after Rhonda’s Wednesday afternoon Easy Flow class. I’ve waited for everyone to filter out so I can make my request beneath the shade of the painted Tree of Life.
“Of course. If that’s what you need.” Rhonda thinks for a minute. “How about Saturday morning at 7:45? You can have the room before my 9:00 Vinyasa class. Will that work?”
I hug her. “That’s perfect. Thank you.”
On Saturday morning, I arrive at 7:30, my yoga mat slung over one shoulder, a small canvas knapsack over the other. I’ve packed a candle, a lighter, my step-journal, three pens (in case any of them run out of ink), a Deva Premal CD, and a copy of my AA Big Book.
Rhonda’s bright yellow VW is already here, and all the studio lights are on, but my teacher
