i'm sore in mysore!

mysore is a princess of a city..
dubbed fairyland, i hear!
palaces galore..gardens..
and of course, one of the
great yoga meccas of india these days..

it is my great, good fortune to be studying
the art of living with saraswati, the
daughter of the yogacharya, patabhi jois.
her son, sharath and daughter, sharmila
have taken on the tradition;
carrying it forward with integrity and spirit.

every morning from 4:30..5:00 am..
the students gather..
as the classroom fills up,
those waiting are called in
one by one..
to fill in the spaces
where one has finished
their personal practice..
students keep arriving
'til about 9:30 am..
the sessions finish up around 11:30 am.
o my o

it is a mix and blend of people
from all over the globe..
all different shapes and sizes..
hues of colour: varying levels of abilities..
it is hot!
it is crowded!
it is bliss!

this is a new experience for me..
fantabulous!
the astanga tradition of asana
has not been on my mat this
intensely before now...

who said you can't teach olde dawgs new trick?
i do seem to be one of the elders here..
keeping me on my yoga toes..
bowing to the grace the body offers..
my sore..