Article written by Libby Felts
I remember the first time I cried on my yoga mat.
I walked into the studio with a brave face. I’d been having a rotten morning, but I was determined to lock it up.
But somewhere around Sun A, asana, as it tends to do, broke down whatever shaky barrier I was struggling to hold up between my spirit and my body and the tears began to flow. They dripped from my eyes, down my nose, and onto my mat. There may have been some snot involved, too.
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