Just like your body, the studio is a temple, the only respite from Facebook and family. So don’t steal the peace. Avoid thrashing down your mat. It’s not ok to knock your water bottle over a second time. Save the chat. The room doesn’t care to hear you’re on a juice cleanse, relationship cleanse, or heading to Bali next week.
Ujj-ay-i. Because you’re not in labour and you’re not pushing weights. And, your neighbour didn’t ask for violent exhales on the back of her neck throughout side plank. Go ahead and fire up your pose, but close your mouth, contract your glottis and use those nostrils. If you can’t take the heat, take balasana.
“Namaste” is not the signal to relinquish all mindfulness you just cultivated in the past hour on your mat.
You might be in a mad dash to pick up your activated almond matcha latte on the way to work, but ask yourself why you must trample the mat of a fellow yogi on the way out. Especially if she has JUST CLEANED IT.
You’re a hot mess but you don’t care. You’re blissed out, ready to surrender to the Divine and re-enter the world in your Enlightened state. But before you leave, don’t forget to acknowledge the Divine in your teacher that helped save innocent people from your wrath.