Day 23: ONE

Tonight was 6pm with Dray.  There were SIXTY yogis in the room.  Kneeling in the second row on the side of the room that I don't normally go to (far from the door!) and looking around I felt a low hum of anticipation.  Energy was circling, almost visible, like a thin smoke, weaving around the yogi's and yogini's kneeling at attention.  Dray started the class out with a little pep talk and then got right into it.  I stood up expecting to be in the way of most people behind me and admired how everybody was staggered nicely, getting a little slice of the mirror.  I met my eyes in the mirror, noting it was already pretty humid and remembered all I need is to breathe.  Normally during a packed class you experience somebody crashing into you because they don't understand staggering properly.  Not tonight.  It was effortless.  Bodies just moved into place and continued on into posture.  There was hardly any room, yet there was plenty of room.  We were packed in, yet instead of feeling like sardines I felt like I do at night when I crawl into bed and burrow down into my comforter.  I felt safe.  I felt energy.  I felt....dare I say...love?  I know, it sounds corny.   But it was there, in that room tonight.  Yes, there were 60 yogis and 1 incredible teacher in that room, but really just 1 body and 1 voice.