“You want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans.”
I started this project unintentionally. Or at least, as much as one can unintentionally try to avoid something, all the while magnetically subconsciously manifesting the situation into reality. I used to say, “I don’t want to own a yoga studio”, “Studios are overrated”, and honestly, “I don’t want to be tied down to one location.”
I’m still not sure I want to do this. But every time I got a stripped out repurposed screw, in between the sawdust & swear words, I remembered that I’m doing this for the yoga.
That building a space where humans will work to transform themselves, under their own power, because they want to be better, is a gift. I couldn’t have held that 2×4 or or nail gun in my hands, if I didn’t want to share what’s helped me do the same.
There’s a beauty to what we’ve created, you’ll see it when you come in. Exposed brick, exposed beams, 1940s pine hand-finished baseboards. This beauty is the building blocks of life, and, as it happens, a yoga practice… raw materials, patience & building what you need while shedding what you don’t. There’s a story behind every nail and each piece of plywood. Most of the story, I won’t ever know. But, I’m here now. You’re here now. How we got to this moment is the same way we got to every other moment, “But by the grace of God (The Universe), go I”, and, she, she is gracious.