Something that has been happening all along, and yet I had not realised it until I came out of yoga class last night into the dark, and began to shiver from the last of the winter chill. Every time I come out of class, I feel like I am floating on a cloud.
Once outside, I slowly put my shoes back on and leisurely make my way down the winding path to my car. I don’t speak to anyone, but I notice everything – the crickets chirping, the frogs croaking, the cows in the paddock opposite mooing. I float all the way in the dark, to my car. I hop in and sit there in a daze, for an unspecified amount of time. It is not until I am back out on the road driving home that I turn on the radio and reconnect with the world, still floating on a cloud. You know that feeling after a massage when you don’t want to speak to anyone, you don’t want to look at anyone, you just want to stay as calm and relaxed and tingly as you are for as long as possible? I’m in a yoga bubble and I love it.
love & light, lovely people xo
