Normally when I yoga in some conspicuously public place, it's out of necessity, from living in Kalki the RV (the interior of which is not yoga-friendly). Today, however, my exhibition was of a different bent, one much harder to explain. The best I can describe it is, there was a certain energy to this particular parking lot, and it was lacking in a certain element, that which was supplied by my yoga'ing there.
Or, in a word, my yoga'ing there was a kind of prayer. Beyond saying that, I won't try and put it into words.
Anyway, it proved a great session, and I was at last able to check this parking-lot park from my list of places calling out for someone to yoga there.
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