It’s 7:05 in the morning. The elevator stops at the 3rd floor. The doors open. The hallway is the quietest it has ever been. No noise. No people. A woman wise enough and kind enough to her knees not to take the steps this early in the morning, steps out of the elevator and into the silence. She’s wearing sweatpants and an “Alto Power” tee shirt. A yoga mat still in the plastic wrapper is under her arm. She follows a “Yoga This Way” sign down another quiet hall and enters a ballroom through an open door. She sees a man sitting on the floor in the front of the room. She’s never seen such a vertical spine, at least not that relaxed. Several people are seated similarly around him. She joins them on the floor, leaving her mat off to the side so as not to disturb the intense stillness in the room. The whole group is just sitting there breathing. The man’s chest expands more than she imagined possible. And he keeps inhaling. The people around her seem calm and relaxed. From out of the man comes a sound. Singing. Rich, resonant. The class joins in a long loud sound. The focus in the room is laser sharp. Intense. She closes her eyes and joins in the peaceful, vibrant sound. “I must do this with my choir at every rehearsal,” she thinks to herself.
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