I've just done 30 minutes of matwork, and while the stretches are always shiok regardless of where and when I put myself through them, a bit of contentment eluded my afternoon practice.
The kind that courses languidly through the body and soul. The kind that comes from sharing a class with strangers who became yoga mates, and from laughing together as Sunil tormented and contorted our bodies.
The kind from Wednesdays at Whatever.
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