Elk
I overdid it. At Estes Park two years ago, I spent the day upside down with Ana Forrest, right side up with John Friend, and explored the energetic body with Tias Little. It was late and I was tired. Before turning in for the night, I walked outside with a friend to marvel at the billions of stars in the clear night sky-a view unobstructed by city lights. As we headed back to the lodge I stopped short- just barely missing a large, dark creature with antlers standing a few inches from me.
. "A moose!" I gasped. "No, you ninny," my (ungenerous, judgmental, non-yogic) friend replied. "It's an elk."
The elk looked at me, and I him (her?) He was huge. And beautiful. After one more glance, he turned his head, and walked slowly away into the darkness. I felt grateful that night, for my yoga practice, for the mountains, for the billions of stars, and for the elk too.
