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Reflections on Old-school Hatha Yoga
In a sea of yoga styles, I continuously return to Hatha yoga. The poses are a decades long narrative that becomes evermore nuanced as time hurries my body onward. Sometimes I see my reflection. My alignment feels blissfully internalized, and I can feel life force flooding my limbs. Other times I am adrift with frustration disrupted only occasionally by surprising fractals of awe.