Yoga in a Pandemic

When I was a teenager, I saw the movie Midnight Express.  There was a scene or two of the main character doing some yoga.  At the time, I didn't know what I was watching, I just knew it had some kind of aesthetic appeal.

Years later (I was around 30), I took up Ashtanga yoga in Atlanta.  I would go in three or four times a week and sweat an ocean onto my mat and, for an hour, all my troubles would disappear.  

After I moved to Boston, I let it go and yoga really hasn't been part of my life for almost 20 years.  The pandemic has brought me the time as well as, perhaps, the need.  So, at fifty, I find myself sweating an ocean into my mat once again.  Back then my hair was darker, thicker, longer... but, in my mind, not too much else has changed.  My buddy NRD asked me to record a snipped (he recently turned 50 too!) to inspire him and so I went through a sun salutation and a couple standing poses for him:

A pandemic is better than Turkish prison for sure!