It was quite a busy morning at the yoga studio today. I always check for parking spaces when I drive past before turning into the entrance. Confounding the arrival of many yoginis, valuable spots were blocked by pet owners stopped at the door of the grooming business next door, so the pooches didn’t have far to walk in the unusally chilly sixty-degree Tampa morning. To avoid the fracas, I turned across the street and usurped some of the front lawn belonging to a church.
Thankfully, the church people don’t complain when we use their lawn, but I think they secretly take advantage of those chaotic mornings in the yoga parking lot. Some days, I’m sure they enjoy confusing our subconscious, keeping a clever call to worship message updated on their sign directly in front of where we students park. With their catchy one-liners planted in our minds, we attempt to “om” ancient Hindu sounds—enough to throw off your balance in downward facing dog for sure.
Through the common wall the studio shares with the grooming business, directions from our teacher to lead us into that particular pose, as well as upward facing dog and puppy stretch must have gotten the pets into an uproar. All that barking during our shavasana made it clear that they don’t seem to take us in stride like the church. But on my way out, I changed my mind when I noticed they had posted their own signage.