photo courtesy of Suzi Baum
By Suzi Baum
I go to a yoga class with babies.
A college student tends a cluster of children in a room behind the yoga studio while mothers, fathers, people who I don’t know well enough to know if they have kids or not and it does not matter at all, here we are with students, elders, people of all shapes and abilities-all of us stop on our mats for an hour, stop all the else we are about, and center, together.
We are marbles off track.
We run the edge of the singing bowl that is this class, spinning around the rim until the centering pull of breath and asana brings us to the center, of the bowl, of our selves, of this moment.
There is often a shout or a cry at just the perfect moment. We chuckle. We breathe. We go on.
I did not always attend yoga classes with babies. Continue Reading…