I teach a yoga practice that fits the practitioner.
Sometimes the practitioner is in a wheelchair.
Sometimes a student is not quite sure he knows me. He may not remember our last class.
A student may not be sure that she has practiced yoga before.
We begin. The body remembers. The muscles embrace a familiar shape.
As we finish, we bring our hands to the center of our chests, to our hearts.
The light within me salutes the light within you. We say it together.