I was never a girl that had a large group of girlfriends. I had one or two really close female friends that I told all of my deepest, darkest secrets to, as well as a few female acquaintances, but for the most part I didn’t associate with the fairer sex as much as other women my age. My friends were primarily guys and I was usually considered “not a girl” because of my adoration for ridiculous flatulence jokes and superfluous use of four letter words. This placed me in that minuscule grey area of “can’t take home to mom” and “can’t date due to possible better belching skills”. Women didn’t like me because most of my friends were guys, and guys didn’t want to date me because I would likely be the first to dare them to light their farts on fire. Thus, my introversion was born.
Women are communal creatures. We process our hopes and fears in the safety of our support system. I’m not sure if this an evolutionary part of who we are or just a social inclination. Whatever it is, it’s inescapable and I rarely felt comfortable being myself in a group of women until I started practicing yoga consistently at Hot House.
There are about a dozen people that practice regularly at the early morning classes. Every day we see each other at our worst. We are hot, sweaty and exhausted, but we are all happy to be there. Before we’ve joked about the hilarity of our significant others, our relationships with our parents or our book and television recommendations, we have tested our bodies limits, sweat more than we’d ever admit in public and spent 60-90 minutes working out the frustrations of our lives off our mat. We have no preconceived notions about one another, which makes our accomplishments and encouragements that much more authentic.
This morning a fellow yogi shared some really big news with her “yoga girls” – her support system, I was fortunate enough to be one of those yoga friends, for which I feel truly blessed.
While yoga is often the union of one soul with it’s body, it can also be the union of many souls within a community. Yoga has not only brought me great peace and appreciation of my relationship with myself, but also my relationship with those I’m blessed to call friends.
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Camicia Bennett: Founder of The Well Written Woman, Florida Native and cerebral creature, she loves her husband, yoga, red wine, potty humor, swearing superfluously and putting hats on her dog. If given her druthers she’d be surfing the web and writing randomness from someplace sunny and tropical whilst sipping her favorite vino. Oh wait, that’s exactly what she does.You can find her tweeting incessantly, randomly sharing her own brand of slightly pretentious propaganda at her personal blog, or on her mat at Hot House Yoga
