My God is Real

There are times in my life that it seems to be a good idea to supplement my Ashtanga practice with more yoga, and this seems to be one of those times. So I signed up for a month at Perennial, a beautiful studio where some of my friends teach and some others practice.

Today I went to a lovely class with a really amazing teacher. He looks a little like my first love does these days -- he's black and a little bit chubby -- and gives cues with more fluidity than any other teacher I've experienced.

At the end of the class, this song came on:

There are some things I may not know there are some places I can't go
But I am sure of this one thing my God is real for I can feel him in my soul
My god is real real in my soul my God is real for he has washed and made me whole
His love for me is like pure gold my God is real for I can feel him in my soul

Some folks may doubt some folks may scorn
Well they can all go on just leave me alone
But ask for me I'll take God's part my God is real for I can feel him in my heart
My god is real real...

Which seemed pretty perfect. I love this way of knowing something is true: Feeling it in your soul. Feeling it in your heart. I'm so glad to be part of the tribe that accepts this as truth. It has opened up an entirely new world for me, a world which I'm so grateful to be a part...