Tammy,

Shortly before 5 at night I put my mat on the sand.  The teacher started the class.  I quickly realized the restaurant behind the beach had a guitarist playing an Eagles song.  To the right there were volleyball courts full with games going.  In front of me I saw the green water, the white-capped waves, the horizon, the kite surfers, the regular surfers, and the sun tanners playing in the water.  While you might suspect this could be an ADHD moment, everything seemed to be in slow motion.  The soundtrack in my head was the sound of the waves crashing.  Oh yeah, we did some poses but I couldn’t tell you what they were or how I did them.   Would you call this nirvanic yoga?

No, I didn’t have a shot of Jager before the class.

Gary Kahn