Bridge.

One of my most dedicated yoga students is a beautiful woman, well into her nineties. During class, she sits in a chair right in front of me, insistlng on following every word and movement. Her regular attendance is with determination. The strength of her intention to keep to a yoga practice is doubtless. Recently, at the start of class she mentioned to me that a hip felt a little sore. 

"Well, take it easy." I told her. " You know what to do."

After class she smiled broadly, eyes twinkiing, "You cured me!" She laughed.

Well, I think we did that together.

Sometimes she leaves class a minute or two early, and she always apologizes in advance for this.

"I have to get to my bridge game," she says.

Love.