Nav in Dante’s Yogateria

This is too vivid, too smelly, too descriptive not to share as widely as possible. Again, I laugh….

The Mirror

Someone who shall remain nameless, and hence shall henceforth be named The Nameless One, convinced me to go with her to hot yoga. “In the middle of winter?” I guess, why not? Although I was a little confused upon learning that it was hot yoga.

When I was a kid, it only came in plain and vanilla.

Off we go in what was only a minor snowstorm. After a lovely drive, we arrived at what I thought was the yogateria. Little did I know. For some strange reason, I was bid to enter the men’s change room and don my black non-speedo swim trunks and a black tee shirt.

Black is slimming. This proved to be a good thing.

I was led to a room. It was no ordinary room. It was a sultry room, a dim room save for a few candles along a distant back wall, candles whose…

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4 Responses to Nav in Dante’s Yogateria

  1. Thank you, Susan. I now meditate upon the meaning of this. }:-)>

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