I meet you… at yoga.

Wednesday evening. On your red mat.

 
In winter, on the one with the sheepskin. 

At Marga’s class, just five minutes away by bike.

 
I got my flexibility from you. You move easily into downward dog and pedal your feet. You like the relief it gives your back.

 
But what you love most is curling up on your back like a ball and gently rocking from side to side.

 
Only now do I realise that you were often quite tired after the day. That you wanted to relax. Not to have to exert yourself too much, even in yoga. Your energy often seemed endless, but on the mat, you were looking for calm and rest.

I would have liked to know what you were thinking about, or whether you were able to switch your mind off.

 
You brought yoga into my life. It stays with me almost every day now.

 
Often, when I’m on the mat, I think of you.

Written by Lisi Sperber

Photo by Sweetyoga Justine on Unsplash