It was dark when I left the house. By the time I reached Kenny's, streaks of sunlight reached across the sky. The morning broke with fire and blue and a perfectly comfortable breeze. I walked with a mantra. I walked easy. I walked happy.
I returned home to gather my mat and headed back out to the home studio, Liberation Yoga on 12th South. I walked in to see a new teacher. Samantha Ruppelet had the room set up, candles burning and her mat at the top of the room. Sunlight poured in through the window wall.
Samantha is a lady I've been following on Instagram for a while. I really enjoy her IG feed. She posts pictures that inspire for yoga and for strength. I met her for the first time this morning.
"Oh cool," I said, "I've been following you on Instagram. I feel like I know you already."
"I've been following you too," She said. "Great to finally meet you."
Samantha paced the class, all two of us, through a perfectly balanced series of postures. By the end, I was sweating. I was settled. It was challenging - with ease. I was happy.
I strolled home with a smile and a feeling of joy for the coming day. I was happy.
I'm going later to have a visit with the evil and vile man they call Joe Johnson. He's a wretched man. He's a lovely man. He's a friend. He's a torturer. He's a motivator. I'm excited to see Joe. I'm settled. I'm happy.