be the light

On Wednesday nights I get to teach a yoga class at our Crossfit "box." Mere moments before we begin, dance music thumps the speakers, weights are hefted, and sweat drips. And then...then a handful of athletes roll out the yoga mats, The mood relaxes into whichever dulcet tones Pandora "yoga radio" offers, and we breathe and stretch and melt.

Many nights Jessica brings a lamp or two from home and the garage-like space is transformed into an oasis of sorts. Sandwiched between the railroad and a tire recycling business we find Zen and ourselves and space to simply be. It's nothing fancy; it's just good.