I was on a packed train one evening trying to find my center as I was jostled from all directions. A Yogini was nearby and as she tried to find her center, she knocked me off mine with the yoga mat hanging off her back.
Many of my friends practice yoga and I believe them when they tell me how great they feel, how at peace and centered they feel - I can see it. But does it put you in such a special place that nothing else matters? Centered I get, self-centered I don't.
I didn’t say anything; I just tried to stay out of her way. I was annoyed but not too concerned as I am with backpacks. Yoga mats have no hardware, they have a friendlier texture and hers was a tranquil blue. But it took everything I had not to ask, “Umm, could you watch that mat? It’s in my space.” I took a deep breath instead.