Originally posted on Petchary's Blog:
I put the bracket in the title above, because at this stage I am not sure whether it’s bearable, or not.
It’s not so easy to center yourself, to find and explore your inner self. For me, the hard part is the physical part.
So it was with some trepidation that I first approached the TrueSelf Centre of Being, a haven of tranquility among tall trees and many birds in uptown Kingston. I was attracted by an invitation to join a special Yin Yoga session for activists, conducted by a gentle Canadian woman with blonde dreads. I consider myself an activist, more or less. It was a long evening, with the whistling and chirruping of crickets and frogs as a soundtrack and the scent of candles and incense wafting across the space. But I hardly noticed the time passing. We did…
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