Yoga in the Pod

It was a weekday when I decided to blog about the Ethereal Room and my desire to evolve the space into a private studio characterized by light, openness, receptivity, etc.

My workouts, including planned yoga sessions, are all recorded in my Google Calendar. I had planned a four-mile run on the treadmill at work, followed by a nice long Yin session at home in the Ethereal Room.

But plans are made to be broken, right? A good friend called and announced that he was flying into Salt Lake City at 8:30 p.m. Would I like to have dinner? Well, of course! My husband, Vince, been out of town for a couple of days and I wouldn't mind the company.


I had no time to speed up the canyon to Park City (40 minutes) to practice at home. Plus, I'm not a huge fan of unnecessary driving.

Therefore project Transform Desolate Space to Ethereal Room was put on temporary hold.

Then I realized what I was doing ... I am a talented procrastinator! My space cannot wait another moment. If I can't get my bum up the ladder into my loft, then I would bring the loft to me.

I sat down on the floor my cubicle (affectionately called a "pod" by my employers) and found my way into baddha konasana. Three minutes in the wide variation, three minutes in the traditional posture. I spent the duration in the forward-folding asanas (which comprised most of the practice) observing the superficial muscles of my back spread open. Space. Mmmm.

The light timers in the building snapped off. There I was, laying back on the floor in total silence and surrounded by complete darkness. Then, the cleaning service marched in with their rolling trash bins. I don't know who surprised who more - but I think it shaved a year or two off my life.


P.S. I enjoyed Frida Bistro (contemporary Mexican cuisine) that evening. It's amazing!