Tales from the Yoga Studio: A Novel
Rain Mitchell
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0452296919
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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A sparkling new series introducing five unforgettable women who flock to yoga at turning points in their lives and find the gift of lasting friendship.
The yoga studio is where daily cares are set aside, mats are unfurled, and physical exertion leads to well-being, renewal, and friendship. An aggressively expanding chain of Los Angeles yoga "experience centers," has Lee and her extraordinary teaching abilities in its sights. They woo her with a lucrative contract, a trademarked name for her classes, and a place for her handsome musician husband. But accepting the contract means abandoning the students at the homey studio Lee runs in L.A.'s Silver Lake district- and leaving behind four women whose friendships are suddenly more important to her than retirement benefits and a salary increase.
Tales from the Yoga Studio is an insider's look at the current obsession with yoga, told with enough humor, wit, and warmth to charm and delight readers, whether or not they've ever done a Downward Dog.
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then Garth is introduced. He and Lorraine are wearing identical outfits—untucked navy blue shirts over white jeans. And Birdy, standing beside them, is color coordinated. Garth holds up his hands and lets his head drop. He’s a handsome man, probably in his late forties, with graying hair he keeps plastered to his scalp. “I am truly humbled by Tony’s words,” he says. “They’re obviously unearned, but if ”—he throws up his hands”—this work keeps the planet spinning on its orbit for even ten seconds
the fact that her classes attract both men and women, and people of all sizes and shapes. “I’m sure a lot of people would fit into these.” “No kidding. But I told them that women who do yoga aren’t going to buy something labeled ‘medium.’ It’s like a slap in the face. Even ‘small’ is beginning to get iffy. They have to start at XXXS. Some companies have what they call 4XS.” There was a time, Lee thinks, when this kind of thing made sense to me. But fortunately, that time is over. She goes into
“You don’t listen to me.” Maybe it’s the yoga, but lately Graciela has gotten much better at letting these kinds of comments slide. You can’t control what other people do in life, but you can control your response to it. “I’ll come back next week and start on your room, okay, Mama? I brought some meals I made for you and put them in the freezer. All you have to do is put them in the microwave.” Her mother turns her eyes to her slowly and says, “You never could cook the way I can cook.”
did mess up her brain chemistry forever. As she’s rounding the north side of the reservoir, a hot wind kicks up a storm of dust, and she decides to take a break and sit on one of the benches that look up toward the hills. She opens up the little leather pack strapped in under the bicycle seat and takes out her eyeglass case. Too bad she doesn’t wear eyeglasses. She takes out the joint she put in there this morning and lights up. One good hit of it, and the rough edges of the day start to smooth
Katherine is fully expecting her to say that she’s changed her mind and has sent the men from YogaHappens back where they belong. “I wanted to tell you first,” Lee says. “Okay.” “I’ve signed the contract with YogaHappens.” Surprisingly, Katherine feels numb. Probably, underneath her hopes, this is exactly what Katherine knew was coming. She looks at Lee and doesn’t say anything. “I know you don’t approve. . . .” “It’s not up to me to approve or not, Lee. You’ve made that clear.” “Don’t