On Friday I had one of those occasional overwhelmingly spiritual moments in yoga class, when I was having a class for the first time with this intense tiny Latin American man and he was helping to support me in a forearm stand for an intensely long amount of time at the tail end of what had been a very physically challenging class. As my arms were beginning to shake and become slippery in a way that I thought my entire body would slide to the ground in a heap he commanded me to explore the dark side of my heart, to explore my ego and explore my vanity. Meanwhile, a track of Ave Maria being sung by an opera singer in what sounded like German played in the background and I felt like I was on a completely different planet.
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