Yoga

So last night I went to my first hatha yoga class. The class is in a big beautiful room with hardwood floors and an excellent stereo system playing new-agey music. The teacher was floaty looking and had a very soothing voice. We explored the texture of our breath and found our heart centers and practiced some asanas. Afterwards, I felt all melty and vague and relaxed. On my way out of the class, I was handed a cup of their special spiced tea (which is actually chai, and I'm not sure why they don't just say that). The meltiness was starting to fade by the time I got home, but it wasn't completely gone until this morning when I woke up. Then, the first thought that came into my head was "I would make an excellent cult member."