My husband and I recently enrolled in our first exercise class together in 22 years of marriage, and on Monday night we drove five minutes to the local community center for a yoga class offered by the county’s Department of Recreation. That description alone should tell you a lot about the nature of the class. It was more exercise than spiritual practice, and many of the poses we did were stretches I watch my husband do nearly every night before bed.
The stretching was great, and we laughed a lot. The instructor couldn’t remember anyone’s name, and she asked my husband again a few minutes into the class what his name was. “Matt,” he deadpanned, pointing to the mat beneath his feet. “That should be easy to remember.”
The instructor followed his pointing finger and read the inscription my husband didn’t know was on the mat until he unrolled it for the class. He had bought it last week for $5 from T.J. Maxx—which again should tell you something about our level of seriousness about the class. The inscription read:
BE WHERE YOU ARE
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