I have been involved with yoga at varying levels of interest for many years. I have sampled some of the more classic styles, such as Hatha, Ashtanga, Anusara, and Kripalu, avoiding the trendier adaptations that cycle through, like Yogalates and Yoga on Paddleboards. Once, while on a ski trip, friends asked me to join them at a Bikram (Hot Yoga) class. They sang its praises, told me it was serious yoga with traditional poses, left you very relaxed. I agreed. My reaction to the session was so strong that I came home and wrote the poem I share here. (Disclaimers: It was my first time in a hot room, we were at a high altitude, I had skied all day.)
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