Well, if I didn’t know it before, I know it now. I realized Friday morning as I was doing my practice before work that I had a sangha- a community- in yoga. The last few yoga classes had seen all of us students talking more and getting to know each other. But tonight takes the cake.
Together we were one entity, completing 108 sun salutations, as did so many other yoga practitioners across the globe, in the name of world peace. Afterwards, we ate dinner together and it hit me like a wave again. I have belong to a sangha. We sat there, people of all ages and walks of life, with this one, amazing link between us that goes deeper than you might imagine– our yoga practice. We talked about what it meant to us and how we got into it to begin with. We talked about completely non-yoga things. But no matter what the subject, I couldn’t help but feel this sense of one-ness with all these people.
Chris ends every yoga class with this phrase, “I honor the light in each of you that is the same light in me. Namaste.” That’s what the one-ness felt like. Honestly… I don’t think I’ve passed a more content night in Evansville since I moved here. I’ll tell you what, too: I’m not going to miss much about this city come January, but above all of it… I will miss my sangha.