The Closest Grace

I smiled as the trolley rolled to a gentle stop. I watched the doors exhale as they opened, a multitude of people descend the narrow steps, a few people ascended those same steps, the doors inhaled drawing the doors in to a close, and the trolley was off making its way down the tracks of…

Clunky Grace

We rolled out our mats, side by side, and gathered all of the props the instructor asked us to. Two blocks, check. Two blankets, check. Tennis ball, check. As we started, despite it being my cousin’s first yoga class and my umpteenth, it was mere seconds before all of my self awareness sunk in and…