Katie and I were on vacation, celebrating our anniversary. We booked our stay in a very upscale and adult’s only boutique resort. We had done beach yoga each morning for the last week and the instructor was phenomenal. She would lead the small group, which sometimes only consisted of me and Katie, through a gentle yoga progression. What I appreciated most about her was the way she calmly instructed us to change positions. Her voice was soft and soothing. Due to the looming thunderstorm, she offered us a private yoga session in our room.
I opened the door to and greeted her. With three yoga mats under one arm, she reached her free arm out for a hug.
“Good morning, Jasmine! Thank you so much for offering a private session,” I said, welcoming her into the living room of our hotel suite. Jasmine was about 5’8 tall and in incredible shape. Her dark hair was accented with light streaks of grey that clearly did not bother her. She had big bright and vibrant brown eyes and a comforting smile. Her body was toned as a result of her near constant yoga practice.