i returned to the heat, today. that room – the torture chamber – where my thoughts run wild and free. she spoke the dialogue, the yogic instructions, in an accent made of many. and i barely listened, focussing only on the madness in my head.
for 90 minutes, my mind raced, as it always does, through everything. but there’s a clarity in those thoughts that i wouldn’t otherwise find. a philosophy of life breathes sense into me, into my being. until my cells are illuminated with the epiphanies, realisations and mind bending conclusions that form so brightly in my mind, in that room, in that heat.
it felt so good to go back, surrounded by that familiar smell, the heat, the stretch, the flex, the peace.