On Turning Up The Heat

A hot yoga studio has locally established itself. Go Moksha! I am on cloud 9.  The weather is getting nippier and, alas, I have a steamy place of refuge to practice my vinyasa.  Hot yoga has got me hooked--there is nothing like listening to your sweat drip off of you as you twist and turn and move and hold still and then move again. 

 The best part is when you step out of the studio doors after a tough class and the blast of cool evening meets the more lucid and lighter post-yoga you.