This week in yoga, a woman talked about her husband before class. She said, ” Each morning, he wakes up. Drinks coffee. Watches the news, blaring, When a customers doesn’t act appropriate, he has thoughts of violence.” I imagine that he’s near sixty years of age. I thought to myself if only that guy would give yoga a try for a good six months, what a transformation could occur. Slim chance of that happening. Telling a closed minded person about yoga is like telling an alcoholic, with no intention of quitting, that alcohol is poisonous and you should try giving it up. As I was starting to pass judgement, I then stopped myself. I reflected. I wasn’t much different. Twenty years ago.
That very morning, before class, I woke up at sun rise. Sat in swastkasana, facing East, and recited the Gayatri Mantra while gazing at the rising sun. Looking at the sun was like looking into the pupil of a giant eye. Afterwards, I did a few yoga poses. I ate a vegetarian breakfast. I took a warm shower then drove to yoga class.
The Yoga Bridge 