Sometimes I forget how much I love yoga. Especially when I haven’t been that diligent about practicing. I'm lucky if I get on my mat a couple of times a week when I’m really committed. And then when I’m traveling it’s even more sporadic. I find it hard without a yoga community to practice with - I know it shouldn’t be but I miss practicing with other people even if it’s just occasionally. It keeps me motivated and connected. I was in Lusaka this last week and took a class with a friend. It was great to have 20+ other people around. Hearing them breathe. Moving together. I know it’s not necessary to have a practice that revolves around other people. But it sure is nice once in a while.
Recently, I had this conversation with a volunteer who just moved to Mongu (she is an Italian volunteer who came here to help with an agriculture project a few weeks ago). Well, she got all animated and excited and said that she had recently started doing some yoga and would love to have a class in Mongu! She asked if I would be willing to teach. Of course?! We had our inaugural class this week with just a few people to try it out and already have plans to expand. People from our mutual projects as well as the community seem interested in joining so we have to find a larger space? I can’t tell you how good it feels to practice with a community again…right here in Mongu.
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