I went to New York city to experience for the first time the teachings of Sharath Jois, the grand son of Pathabis Jois, father of the Ashtanga yoga method.
There is something special about practicing among hundreds of dedicated yogis. The entire room inhales and exhales. I feel uplifted by the energy of others and I feel like I can jump up and down endlessly.
Nevertheless, I was left with a bitter taste. Part of me felt like I was part of a broader inclusive international community, part of me felt like I was part of a broader dogmatic religious group.
I still have to untangle these feelings.
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