I have only formally practiced yoga in two spaces: Stockton's TRLC and Lakeside Lodge. The thought of these spaces holding any sort of ritual is a strange one, even if it is a yoga class. But in closer observation, these spaces hold their own types of ritual even while they may be very unlike a more ideal yoga studio.
Since it is still the beginning of the semester, Stevee's evening yoga classes at Stockton are still full, but are slowly weeding out fair-weather yogis. The first few classes were void of ritual - nearly everyone was new and unknowing. After just a single class, the repeat attenders were in a routine with the teacher, others, and the space. Setting up your mat in the same place upon arrival, spending a few moments stretching, relaxing, preparing. All part of the ritual.
The practice itself is almost laughable since it is happening amongst food services, students passing by, and general campus debauchery. Even so, the not-so-intimate setting somehow finds a way to be quiet and calm. Dozens of students in lines on their mats and towels enthusiastically chant their "ohms," practice their poses, and bid their surroundings "namaste" at every class. Perhaps the pizza and garbage we are surrounded by has become part of our larger ritual.
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