The sun rises hard over the Maine coast and the yogis come. They come in the dark morning, like pilgrims to Mysore, carrying their mats rolled tight against their backs. The studio stands clean and strong, a beacon of discipline in this sleepy fishing town where the air tastes of salt and destiny.
Inside Yoga East, the light pours through high windows like honey, warming the wooden floors that have felt ten thousand sun salutations. The instructors are good and true, warriors who learned their craft in the old way, in the heat and dust of India where Jois first showed us how to move like gods while breathing like lions.
There is no softness here, but there is truth. The practitioners bend and flow, their bodies strong and lean as fighting fish. They move through the poses, chaturanga after damn chaturanga, until sweat runs like spring rain. Some say it is too hard, too pure, too much like the training of athletes. But they do not understand that the soul, like a wild horse, must be broken before it can dance.
The room fills with breath, with heat, with the kind of silence that rolls in like fog from the Atlantic. When they reach for their toes, they find instead the limits of their courage. When they fold forward, they fall into the space between heartbeats. This is not yoga for the faint of heart or the seekers of easy peace.
The one room schoolhouse spirit of Mysore watches over all, the motherland of this fierce and beautiful practice. The students' eyes are clear as lobsters', their bodies humming with the ancient rhythms passed down through generations of seekers. They have found something here, in this sun-soaked room by a sleepy Maine road, something as real as rope burn and as mysterious as dawn. Bone crushing binds galore, not a water bottle in sight.
This is Yoga East. This is where they come to burn, to break, to build themselves anew. The weak do not last here. But those who stay, those brave souls who return day after day to face themselves on the mat, they become something magnificent. Something true. Grace under pressure. That's what you'll find here, if you're strong...
Read moreI had a super amazing time today. I did a drop-in class at Yoga East. The owner Kimberly D taught an outdoor class in the park just across from the studio. She gave me a tour afterwards. Its just a totally awesome space. I believe she is doing zoom classes too. Kimberly is a wonderful teacher with a moderately challenging class today but clearly one could modify for any level. Easy booking online. The park was a perfect setting. Everyone was socially distanced with masks on before and after class. Great location just across the bridge from Portsmouth. 3 or 4 minutes off I-95. And walking distance to some yummy food establishments. So very glad I dropped in today. Highly...
Read moreI've been practicing yoga in coastal Southern Maine for many years, and I can confidently say there is no better local studio than Yoga East. The space is beautiful, bright, and clean, the teachers are phenomenal, and the community is welcoming and supportive. At my first class, I felt comfortable immediately and enjoyed one of the best yoga classes I've taken anywhere in years. This is a look-no-further situation for your local...
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