temporary homes
A few weeks ago, I heard that my old yoga studio back home – Modo Yoga Markham – was closing for good, driven by losses they just couldn’t recover from being shut down so long due to the pandemic. They made a teary goodbye post on Instagram, announcing that it was, in fact, the end for them. I didn’t realize how much of an emotional bond I felt to the studio until it dawned on me that I’d never get to step foot inside again. That yoga studio served as my first introduction to the practice. To this day, I still remember the introductory class I took. I remember the stiffness of my muscles as we flowed through the sequences, and how my body refused to bend the way others so easily did. I remember the beads of sweat that formed on my body and how cathartic each guided…
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