There is a wordless unity between yoga practitioners. Both the novice and the experienced move with breath to find the balance that often cannot be shared with friends. I can feel my body and my energies move more in synch with others while on my mat than in many of my friendship circles. My social networks primarily feed from good natured competitions mixed with excessive noise (entertainment, consumerism) and I often feel that yoga is my blessing to my friends. I cannot sit in judgment and still breathe. And what is yoga without breath? I leave my yoga practice knowing that the other men and women in the room care as much as I about releasing toxic thought and instead, with that final "namaste" wordlessly bring peace into at least my little piece of the world.
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